1/
PM rounds at Grady

Him: "You alright, doc?"
Me: "Me?"
Him: "Yeah you. You seem outta sorts."

*silence*

Me: *smiles* "I'm in sorts I promise. Now tell me--you alright?"
Him: "Me? Feeling a little better."
Me: "How's your wind?"
Him: "Waaay better."
Me: "Yay."
2/
I sit him up and carefully untie the back of his gown. On cue, he takes breaths in and out as I listen intently.

Me: "Lungs sound good." *moves around to front of chest* "I'm listening to your heart now. You can just breathe regular now."
Him: "Okay."
3/
After pressing my palm to his chest to feel his heart, I search his chest with stethoscope. Although it's not normal, it hasn't changed. Still he keeps making big gasps, forcing breaths in and out the whole time exaggeratedly.

Me: "Just breath regular, okay?"
4/
Him: "Sometimes you want to breathe regular but you can't."

*silence*

Him: "Doc Manning?"
Me: "Sir?"
Him: "You okay?"
Me: "I'm okay."
Him: "You sure?"

*silence*

I felt my face getting hot. It embarrassed me that it was so obvious.
5/
Me: "Just got some bad news is all. About a friend who passed."

*silence*

Him: "I'm sorry."
Me: *tying his gown back* "Yeah. Me, too. Was real good people."
Him: "Kids?"
Me: "Yup."
Him: "Damn."

*silence*

Him: "I knew you was out of sorts when I seent you."
6/
Me: *deep breath and shrug* "Yeah. You were right, friend."

After that we just sat there for a few moments in silence. Then my patient asked me about my friend. I paused--then told him a really funny story about him.

We both laughed out loud.
7/
Me: *shaking my head* "That cat was wild. Kept us all laughing nonstop."
Him: "Sound like a cool MF."
Me: *chuckling* “Yeah. . . that he was. And a good friend, too.” *I stared at the floor for a beat then sighed*

*silence*
8/
He reached out and patted me on my forearm. He stared at me with earnest, brown eyes.

Him: "It's gon' be okay, Doc Manning."
Me: "Yeah. Sometimes you want to breathe regular but you can't. You know?"
Him: *staring at me* "Yeah...I do know."

*silence*

Me: "Thanks, hear?
9/
If you think the only ones doing the healing are us? Think again. Our patients save our lives every single day.

Damn, they do.

Grateful for the bedside, the patients, & the grace and empathy they extend us.

Pray we can all breathe regular soon.

Yeah.

#humanismalways

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