Vous etes malade?

As a Canadian, I feel a deep sense of shame whenever I need to use a French interpreter at the clinic. In Grade 10 French, I didn't have the slightest inkling that fifteen years later I'd be a physician to French-speaking Africans.

If only I had learned how to ask about chest pain or bowel movements, instead of memorizing all the items one would bring 'a la plage', and the gender of a hundred fruits and vegetables.