“Wait—let me take off my shoes and jacket before you weigh me.”
The nurse shrugged. But the thing is—I know my weight is up. And I don’t need nothing to make it worse. .
Me: “What is it? I can’t look.”
Her: “231.6 today.”
Shit.
2/ Doctor
I’m exhausted. My inbox is exploding and I totally forgot curriculum night was last night.
Shit.
I clicked through the flow sheet.
Nurse: “What you groaning about?”
Me: “Life. And my pt you just checked in gained 8 lbs in 3 months.”
Nurse: “Weight is complicated.”
3/ Patient
If it wasn’t for me needing my medicines? I wouldn’t never come up here. Some doctors treat you like it ain’t in you to be ever healthy.
Especially if you heavy.
It’s like they give up. You can tell. I wish there was a way to just get my prescriptions and leave.
4/ Doctor
I really like Ms. James. But I just don’t get it. Why keep every appt and insist that you want to lose weight over & over again—but show up with fast food?
Then there’s the requests for diet pills. Which is senseless if you won’t change your diet.
But I do like her.
5/ Patient
My doctor is a slim little thing. Narrow about the waist and hips with slender wrists. I find myself wondering if a person like that could ever be overweight.
My guess is no.
Them: “Hey Ms. James. It’s good to see you.”
Me: “It’s good to see you, too.”
Here we go.
6/ Patient
Them: “So, Ms. James. How’ve things been?”
Let’s see. I could share that mama’s dementia is getting worse. And that she don’t know who I am anymore and that my siblings don’t help. Or that I’m worried ‘bout my grandbaby who 4 and don’t talk.
Them: “Ms. James?”
7/ Doctor
She looks out of sorts today. Not her usual spirited self.
Me: “You okay?”
Her: “Me? Oh. Yes. Things are fine. I’m okay.”
*silence*
Me: “Ms. James your sugar was 281 in triage. And your blood pressure was up. Did you get to take your pills and insulin?”
Sigh.
8/ Patient
1. I don’t take that water pill when I catch the bus. 2. I don’t take my insulin if I haven’t eaten. 3. They said come fasting. 4. I take the bus here.
Me: “Not all of them.”
Them: “I really need you to take all your meds before you come.”
I need a lot of stuff.
9/ Doctor
Me: “I want to talk about your weight.”
She sighed.
Me: “We can’t ignore this. I was hoping some of the changes we made might’ve helped you lose instead.”
*silence*
Me: “Did you ever go see the dietitian I referred you to?”
10/ Patient
Here we go.
Dietitian? You mean the one with the extra copay on a whole different day?
Me: “No. I didn’t make it.”
They clicked through screens. And that’s when I saw it. That tiny shift. Body language that moved from disappointed to me being a lost cause.
Yup.
11/ Doctor
The last few times I’ve seen Ms. James she’s gained more weight and had worse control of her medical issues. When I ask she seems blah. But she keeps her appts.
I don’t get it.
I care about her. And I want her to be well. So you know what? I tell her just that.
12/ Patient
It caught me off guard when my doctor stopped typing and stared straight in my face. Almost on the brink of tears.
Them: “Ms. James? I care about you so much. You’ve been seeing me since I was an intern.”
I was speechless.
Them: “What’s going on with you?”
13/ Doctor
I couldn’t believe my ears. Just one little question in this whole world of stress and pain was opened up to me. And all this time I never knew any of that.
Damn.
How was I supposed to know about her mama? Or her grandson?
The same way I found out today. By asking.
14/ Patient
I’m so glad it was some tissues in that room today! Nobody ever seem to ask how I felt about nothing. So once I got started telling my piece, those tears just started to flowing.
I talked about my mama.
And my grandson, too.
And how scared I am.
15/ Doctor
She told me this had all been going on for a while. She even started crying which surprised me since she’s usually so stoic.
Then, something really strange happened. She asked about me.
Her: “What about you, doctor? You seem like you flying on one wing, too.”
Me?
16/ Patient
One thing I do know about is loving on and raising up kids. I told my doctor that if you just love ‘em they’ll turn out just fine. Even if you missed the curriculum night.
Me: “Trust me on that.”
Like I said, I’m glad it was some tissues in there.
17/ Doctor
I was embarrassed when Ms. James saw me cry. But right away she made me feel better.
Her: “We a crying mess, ain’t we?”
That made us both just laugh and laugh.
That day? We had our first real conversation about her health. And together, we came up with a plan.
18/ Patient
This was the first time I left the doctors office and didn’t feel bad. Matter of fact, I felt good.
Happy even.
And I didn’t even know about all the stuff the social worker told me when she came in. To help with my mama AND my grand baby.
I might cry again.
19/ Doctor
Nurse Kay saw me in the hall and asked how it went.
Me: “Good. Really good.”
Nurse: “I’m so glad.”
Me: “You were right. Weight is complicated.”
People aren’t, though.
We all want feel seen. And make sure those we love are okay.
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.