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Ranjana Srivastava, FRACP
Clayton, Victoria, Australia
docranjana@gmail.com

JAMA. 2007;298(24):2837-2839.

	Since this article does not have an abstract, we have provided the first 150 words of the full text and any section headings.

She is halfway down the list of patients I am seeing while covering for a colleague. The work has been fairly benign thus far, allowing me to contemplate a good start to the weekend.

She is lying in her bed, a pink eiderdown turned back neatly at her feet. Her face is turned toward the sunny road that lines the hospital; her body is half-turned. A mop of shiny black hair adorns her small head. She turns to face me as I walk in. Her body is lithe and well-proportioned. Despite her stated 60 years, she could easily pass for someone a decade younger. She greets me with a warm smile as she eases herself in bed.

"I am the doctor on this weekend," I announce.

"I was expecting you," she greets back.

I am immediately enchanted by her dark brown, expressive eyes that set off her . . . [Full Text of this Article]