Them: “Hey doc. . . gon' be a few more minutes.”
Me: *pinching down nose of my mask* “No prob.”
Them: “Sorry ‘bout that. You doing okay?”
Me: “Yup—you?”
Them: “Hangin' in.”
I nodded and stepped over to the side to wait.
2/ Them: *calling to back* “Y’all almost got that Brooklyn Style XL ready?”
Someone yelled back that it was coming out now. They looked over at me and gave me a thumbs up. I returned the gesture.
Them: “Bet y’all super busy. This pandemic is still bad!”
Me: *sigh* “Yeah.”
3/ A man walked in with a fluffy salt and pepper beard peaking around his mask. Without getting a name, they handed him two pizzas.
Man: “Be safe!”
Them: “You, too!”
Be safe.
You, too.
Me: “I love how you know everyone.”
Them: “I do know y’all!”
That made me smile.
4/ Them: “I mean, some of y’all order the EXACT same thing on the same day--EVERY time.”
Me: “Yeah? What about us?”
Them: “Brooklyn Style XL pepperoni. On Fridays.”
Me: “Wow.”
Them: “Although y’all did go through that pineapple phase.”
*laughter*
Me: “Dang, you good.”
5/ Them: *looking over shoulder* “They slicing you up now, doc.”
Me: *thumbs up*
*silence*
Me: “Hey. . . what's your thoughts on taking a #COVIDVaccine when you can?”
Them: “Oh. I think everyone should take if. F'sho.”
Me: “That’s what’s up.”
Yay. That's what's up.
6/ Them: “I mean, I don’t have to take it since I had #COVID in May. But I been telling everybody they need to get it.”
Skrrrrrrrt.
Me: *looking up from phone* “Wait. Repeat that?”
Them: “Oh. I had it already. I mean, thank God, I didn’t get hella sick. But yeah, I had it.”
7/ Them: "I ain't tell you that?"
Me: “No. . .but I’m glad you're OK.”
Them: “You ain’t kiddin’. I was shook.”
Me: “Dag. I bet you were.”
Shook.
How apropos.
Whew.
Me: “But. . .hey listen. You know that even if you had #COVID infection, you still need to get the vaccine.”
8/ Them: “Waymint. Say what now?”
Me: “Yeah, fam. Even folks who had #COVID still need to get the vaccine.”
Them: *squinting* “That don’t even make sense.”
Fair. It kind of doesn't follow logic.
Them: *shaking head* “Nah. The infection naturally does what the vaccine does.”
9/ Me: “Well . . . kinda sorta. But not really. It’s crazy but you know how when you get infected, your body fights it, right?”
Them: “Right. . .”
Me: “Like, you make antibodies and stuff and your body remembers it to fight later.”
Them: "Exactly."
10/ Me: “Yeah, so what’s bugged out about #COVID is that some people get infected and make good antibodies and some don’t. And the ones they DO make, we not even sure how well they work.”
Them: “For real?”
Me: “Yup. It’s like a crap shoot. You might be protected, you might not.”
11/ Them: “Daaaaag. All this time I been thinking I don't need it. Do I really?”
Me: “I mean. . are you good at craps?”
*laughter*
Them: “Terrible.”
Me: "Then yeah."
We both laughed again.
Me: “Yeah you need to get it. To make sure you roll that 7 11 for antibodies."
12/ Them: “Okay! I see you knowing about craps, doc.”
*laughter*
They reached over to grab the box with our pizza.
Them: “Piping hot.”
Me: “Thanks. Okay, so what’s up with you and this vaccine?”
Them: “Wheeew. You headcracked me with that info. I gotta think on it, doc.”
13/ Me: “We can talk about any questions you have next week.”
Them: “Yeah, at the Friday pizza appointment.”
*laughter*
Me: *balancing box and pushing through door* “Alright then, fam.”
Them: “Alright then. See you next time, doc.”
Be safe.
You, too.
And that was that.
14/
A belief that they didn’t need it.
Unsure after learning otherwise.
And a doctor that they see every Friday who orders the same thing.
These were their whys.
Theirs.
I’m not sure if pineapple on pizza engenders trust. But relationships do.
I stood with my gloved hands folded as she approached my station.
Her: *calling out* “Sorry I’m moving so slow.
Me: “It’s okay. Take your time.”
Slowly she approached, leaning her weight onto a four-prong cane with each step.
2/ She handed me her consent form and ID.
Me: “Hi! My name is Dr. Manning. I’ll be administering your #COVIDVaccine today.”
Her: *nodding* “Nice to meet you. I’m Eloise.”
Me: “Likewise, Ms. Eloise. Thanks for being so patient with us.”
Her: “It’s okay.”
*name/details changed
3/ Me: “Ms. Eloise, you right-handed or left-handed?”
Her; “I’m both handed. I was left but when I was little mama’nem made me learn to use my right.”
Me: *chuckling* “Well, let’s see. . . .which arm do you prefer me to give your shot in?”
Her: “Really? Neither.”
On my rounds one day, I was with a med student talking to these two women about their seriously ill father. They were worried, tired, and understandably nervous. They asked a lot of questions.
A whole lot.
Damn, they were scared.
2/ Then, in the middle of an explanation, I was making hand gestures and one sister interrupted me suddenly.
Her: "Wait. Can I see your hand?"
She slowly turned over my right hand, gasped and then looked over at her sister.
Her: *whispering to sister* "You see that?"
3/ The other sister closed her eyes. Then she smiled and then nodded slowly.
Sister: "You're our soror."
She shook her head and released a big relieved sigh.
Then we embraced in a tight three-way Delta hug as tears rolled down their cheeks.
Them: *ringing up items* “You find everything okay?”
Me: “Yup.”
Them: “I like your hair.”
Me: “Hey—thanks.”
Them: *nods while continuing to swipe items*
*beep-beep-beep*
Them: “Is that highlights? Or . . . .“
Me: “Grey?”
*laughter*
2/ Me: “Yup. I’m openly grey.”
*laughter*
Them: “Well, it’s working for you.”
Me: “’Preciate that.”
*beep-beep-beep*
Me: “Can I ask you a question since you got all up in my grey-hair business?”
*laughter*
Me: “You getting the #COVIDVaccine when it’s offered to you?”
3/ Them: *raises eyebrows*
Me: “Ha ha ha that’s not a answer.”
*laughter*
Them: “Wait--you a doctor or something?”
Me: *patting my head* “One with grey hair, yes.”
Them: *laughing* “You funny. But nah, doc. I’m cool on that vaccine.”