The doctor looked at the woman and back to his laptop, unsure of his patient. I’m pretty sure this isn’t just an American thing, he thought and adjusted his glasses. She wore a large fur hat that covered her neck and the sides of her face. Little round ears stuck out from either side of the hat. Dark eyes peered out from within the fur and as she watched the man.
She looked remarkably like a smallish brown bear, sitting with her legs crossed at the ankles. When she pulled her hands from the pocket in the front of her sweatshirt, he silently noticed the brown, furry mittens.
The smallish bear patient giggled when the nurse walked in and stated in a flat voice, “Well that’s cute.”
“Thank you,” she said, flattered. Large, square teeth were exposed as the woman smiled in a contrast of white against brown.
The nurse continued, “Here something else that’s cute,” she paused for dramatic effect and continued in the same monotone voice.
“Your blood sugar levels. I just checked your meter, and they’ve been out of control. Are you taking your insulin?”
The woman pulled the hat off with one hand and held it in her lap; it looked like the decapitated head of wild animal, lifeless and out of place anywhere but her head.
She had no answer as this was not her world.