This evening I took care of a young man with a shoulder dislocation. It has happened to him so many times he doesn’t know the actual number. That’s not the unusual part.
As I was preparing him for the relocation procedure (I use etomidate, a drug from the gods of medicine), I was explaining what I was going to do,
RBA, etc., and there was a brief slack period. That’s when I looked up at the TV (a few of our rooms have TVs in them, mounted well up the walls).
It was The Quiet Man, and I said (without prompting, and with pretty much a captive audience): "That movie must be pretty cheap. I’ve seen it about 5 times in the last two months. One of John Wayne’s least known films, and perhaps some of his best acting". Given the silence, I was aware that my comment was odd, so I told him the Movie Review was on the house.
The patient was enjoying the movie as he drifted off to sleep. His relocation was more smooth than the dialog, though he’ll never know it.