Me: "Hey there. Came by to check on you."
You: *nods*
Me: "I just ran into the Cardiology fellow. He said you said no to the echocardiogram?"
You: *nods*
*silence*
You scratched your arm, yawned, and fished around for the remote.
You: "That it?"
2/ Me: "I just wanted see if we could talk about it some more."
You: "Talk about what? That heart test?"
Me: "Umm, yes."
You gave your eyes a tiny roll.
You: "I told you I just did that test."
Me: "You did?"
You: "Yeah. At the other hospital."
Me: *squinting to remember*
3/ You: "And I told you." *chuckles* "Wait. I take that back. I tried to tell you."
Me: *looking puzzled*
You: "But you was in a rush. So you kept interrupting me. Like, you was acting like you wasn't interrupting me. But you was interrupting me."
*silence*
Me: "I was?"
4/ I reflected on the earlier exchange. I remembered listening to you talk. And then explaining some things, too. Honestly? I didn't recall interrupting you.
I replayed that last part:
"Like, you was acting like you wasn't interrupting me. But you was interrupting me."
Hmmm.
5/ Me: "Tell me what you meant by 'acting like I wasn't interrupting you.'"
You: *shrug* "You know. That thang folk do when they front like they listening but really all they doing is plotting out what they got to say next."
Ooph.
6/ You: "That's what you was doing. You was slick with it. But I knew you ain't heard what I said. So I just told myself I'm gon' send 'em right on back where they came from. I don't want that goo squirted on me again for nothing."
You jutted out your lip and shook your head.
7/ Me: "Dang. I'm sorry."
You: "Doctors always do that. They used to just talk on over you. Butt in soon as you say two words. Now they think they smooth. Nodding they head even though they ain't listening. Specially when they busy like you was."
Damn.
8/ You words made my face burn. I knew that, had this not been true, I wouldn't have felt embarrassed at all.
Nope.
With your permission, I connected to the shared network of hospital EMRs. And just as you said, there it was. A transthoracic echocardiogram. 2 weeks ago.
Yup.
9/ You: "You married, Miss Manning?"
Me: "I am."
You: "Don't do that in your marriage neither. Listen when it's your turn to listen, hear? Then talk when it's your turn to talk."
*silence*
Me: *sigh* "That's a whole church sermon."
You: "Ain't it, though?"
*laughter*
10/ Listen when it's your turn to listen, hear?
Then talk when it's your turn to talk.
Me: "How're you feeling today?"
Him: "Well. I been better. That medicine y'all gave me made me run off!"
My team looked puzzled.
I did not.
Me: "Oh no! You talking 'bout the medicine we gave you for your gout flare up?"
Him: "Yeah! That one!"
2/ Him: "Shit, you coulda warned a brother."
Me: "Dang. I really should have. I'm sorry."
Him: "Yeah, if it wasn't for that bedside commode it woulda been a clean up on aisle 1!"
He laughed.
I was glad he was making light of it.
Me: "I apologize, sir. Colchicine can do that."
3/ Him: "It's cool. My knee is feeling a little bit better so that's good."
Me: "I'm glad. And again, I'm sorry for not giving the heads up."
Him: "I'm okay, doc."
I turned to my team.
Me: "'Running off' is diarrhea."
Them: "Ohhh."
Him: "Oh my bad, y'all."
1/ Her: "Why haven't you left for L.A. yet?"
Me: "Huh? Oh. Yeah. I'm pretty much almost done. It's okay."
*silence*
Her: "But, like is it?"
Me: *sighs* "Me rushing there won't change anything."
Her: "Depends on who you ask."
And after that, we both went back to charting.
2/ I was on the hospital service last April when I got the news. Dad had this sudden onset of disabling vertigo. We'd learn it was a cerebellar stroke. My sister was there in LA. At the bedside and wringing her hands as next-of-kin.
So she kept me posted.
And I kept rounding.
3/ On that first day, I walked right in and told my team.
Me: "My dad has been admitted to the hospital. It seems that he's had a cerebellar stroke."
And I said it in that "but I'm fine" voice. Because at that time that's what I was telling myself.
1/ Me: “I’m glad to see you.”
You: “You know what? I’m glad to see you, too.”
*silence*
Me: “You know how you’re loved, don’t you?”
You: *smiling gently* “I do. I think that’s what makes this so hard, you know? Can’t feel a loss like that without feeling a love like that.”
2/ We both let out big exhalations. After a few beats, you swung your head in my direction.
You: “How are you?”
Me: “Me?”
You: “Yeah. You.”
Me: “I’m fine. I just wish... um… you didn’t have to feel what you’re feeling.”
You reached out for my forearm. And then sighed again.
3/ You: “Yeah. But I’ll be okay. We were soul-connected. That will comfort me.”
I nodded. Then we sat in silence.
You: “But for real—how are you? Like with all this cool stuff you’ve been doing.”
Me: *puzzled look*
You: “It has to make you miss your dad and your sister.”
1/ I just finished this beautiful, courageous, and searing memoir “I Can’t Save You” by @CQ__MD. It was . . . in a word. . . sublime.
Whew.
And full disclosure—as his former med school advisor & friend—I love Dr. CQ.
But.
I also love books and honesty.
And he knows that.
2/ @CQ__MD will be the first to tell you that I won’t endorse anything—even a book my my beloved little bro CQ—unless I’d read it myself and believed others should, too.
And now I have.
And wholeheartedly I do.
But before you jump in—and you should—let me say this. . .
3/ There are some parts that explore depression, thoughts of suicide, and self-harm. No, not recklessly. But yes, with raw honesty. So you need to know that up front.
He does NOT play it safe around his lived experiences as a Black man in the ivory tower.
1/ I had imagined what this day would be like. Played it out in my head and saw various iterations of me exploding in celebration.
In some versions, I was doing the running man or, quite literally, running in triumphant circles, #MatchDay envelope in hand.
"Wooo hooo!"
2/ I also saw these visions of me quietly weeping, one hand extended to the heavens in gratitude. My lips quietly murmuring prayers of thanksgiving.
See, I was my ancestors' wildest dreams. And not even just my enslaved ancestors but the Jim Crow survivors who raised me, too.
3/ So, yeah. This was about to be big.
I was even on the #MatchDay party committee. And since we were broke, that meant soliciting donations from faculty & parents & anybody who felt proud enough of us to shell out a few coins.