Her: “You probably think I’m stupid.”
Me: “That’s not true, sis. I’ve worked with you too long to think that.”
Her: “Okay. Well I bet you think me saying no to a #CovidVaccine when I work in a hospital is dumb.”
I shook my head.
2/ Me: “I think you’re amazing. And if you’re holding off on getting it, you probably have your reason.”
Her: *sighs*
Me: “Can I ask you what it is?”
Her: “What—my reason?”
Me: “Yeah. I mean, if you cool telling me.”
*silence*
Her: “Maaan. I just don’t know, Dr. Manning.”
3/ Me: “Okay.”
Her: “Okay?”
I touched her arm.
Me: “Yeah. Okay. I mean. . .We can talk about it if you want. Or not if you don’t.”
Her: “I. . I just. . .” *looks around* “Um, can we chat someplace private?”
Me: “Sure.”
We stepped into a patient room and closed the door.
4/ Once alone, she immediately began to cry. Hard. Against my better judgment, I pulled her into a hug. Her face shield crinkled on my shoulder.
And she wept.
Me: “It’s okay.”
Her: “I feel so stupid. But I’m just . . . I’m scared. I’m all my family got.”
I felt her shaking.
5/ She stepped back, pulled a paper towel from the dispenser, and patted her face beneath the plastic shield.
Her: “I’m sorry.”
Me: “Don’t be, sis.”
I sat down and looked up at her.
Me: “What’d you mean when you said ‘you all your family got?’”
She gave a tiny shrug.
6/ Her: “I’m it. For everybody. And I’m just scared of something bad happening.”
Me: “Bad like what?”
Her: “Bad like . . . bad.”
She gave herself an admonishing eye roll and shook her head.
Her: *snaps finger* “I just thought of something. You know how I feel?”
Me: *listening*
7/ Her: “I feel how people feel who scared of heights. Like. . . you probably ain’t gonna fall, you know? But you move back fast as you can ‘cause something inside tells you to. Do that make sense?”
Me: “Damn. Makes perfect sense.”
*silence*
Me: “You scared of heights?”
8/ Her: “Girl, terrified of ‘em.”
*laughing*
Her: “I was ‘bout to zip line once on vacation and they had to let me climb back down.” *shudders*
Me: “Dang.”
Her: “I felt JUST like I feel now. Like. . . it ain’t rational. But I’m scared I’ll be the one who falls and dies.”
Damn.
9/ Me: *raising eyebrows* “Wow. That’s deep.”
Her: “Dumb right?”
Me: “Dumb? No. Not at all, actually.”
She leaned against the examining table and looked at the floor. Then she shrugged again.
Her: “I just don’t know, man.”
10/ Me: “You know what?”
Her *looks up*
Me: “I’m scared of heights, too.”
Her: “Yeah?”
Me: “As hell.”
*laughter*
Me: “But you know? If my family was on the other side of one of those tiny bridges way up high in some mountains? I’d just have to do it scared.”
She stared at me.
11/ Me: “I lost you, huh?”
Her: *chuckling* “Actually. . .no.” *eyes narrowing* “That’s a good way to look at it. I can see it.”
Voices from the other clinic team members buzzed on the other side of the door.
Me: “Hey. . . I just want you to know that it’s okay to be scared.”
12/ Her eyes welled up again.
Me: “There were thousands of us in the studies, sis. And over a million folks got 2 doses already.”
Her: *listening*
Me: “It’s okay if you feel kinda scared. I just want you to be more scared of getting COVID.”
We heard someone calling her name.
13/ Her: “Girl, let us get out of here ‘fore they come to get us.”
Me: *cracking open door* “You good?”
Her: “Yeah. I’m okay.”
*pause*
Me: “And listen—you aren’t stupid.”
Her: *nods* “Thanks for saying that.”
Me: “You know what else? I love you.”
I meant that, too.
14/ Her: “We been working together a long time.”
Me: “Yup.”
*silence*
Her: “You think I should do it?”
Me: “You got access to get it. And you all your family got. So yeah. I think you should.”
As we walked out toward the clinic huddle she paused.
Her: “Hey—I love you, too.”
15/ Fear of heights.
Fear of leaving those who need her most.
Longitudinal relationships built over years of busy clinics.
Him: "Okay, just to be clear: Ma'am, I'm here only to take payment and remove the immobilizers from your tires. I can't handle any disputes or anything."
Me: "Uhh. . .okay."
He adjusted his mask.
2/ Me: "Excuse me, sir. May I ask a question?"
Him: *looking up from credit-card reader* "Yes, ma'am?"
Me: "Is 'immobilizer' a new fancy name y'all use for 'boot?'"
*laughter*
Him: *shaking head* "You funny."
Me: "Immobilizer? This is downtown ATL, shawty. That's a BOOT."
3/ He laughed again and took my credit card.
Me: "Dang, so you must really meet some characters."
Him: *shaking head* "Maaaan, listen. These folks be going off on me. And I be like, 'Look, I'm just here to take your boot off.'"
Me: "You mean immobilizer."
Her: “Girrrrl! Who is that random white man all over your face?”
*leans closer*
Her: “Waymint—is that my man #Fauci? Oh, okay, sis. You good.”
Him: “Oh yeeeeah, that’s our dude. Fauci definitely invited to the family BBQ.”
*laughter*
2/ Me: “Plus you know he’ll wear a mask.”
Him: “And he already got a #COVID shot.”
I mean . . how could I resist?
Me: “So what y’all thinking about getting a #COVIDVaccine?”
Her: *shrugs*
Him: “Shiiiiid. I already got BOTH a mine.”
Me: “Yeah?”
Him: “Heeeeell yeah. At my job.”
3/ Her: “You wasn’t scared?”
Him: *shaking head* “F that. I’m way more scared of suffocating to death.”
Her: *listening*
Me: “I got vaccinated, too.”
Her: *swinging head to me* “You did?”
Me: “Yup.”
Him: *gives me elbow bump* “That’s what’s up.”
1/ A Grady elder once told me that we should all learn (and savor) ALL 3 verses of the Negro National Anthem. In honor of her-- and this historic moment--these @EmoryMedicine#BlackWomeninMedicine have done just that.
Me: *approaching car* "Oh my bad. I thought they called for me."
Him: "Hey Doc . . . almost done." *looks over at co-worker* "She a doctor. Ask her."
Me: *turning to her* "Ask me what?"
She snapped him with a towel and scowled.
2/ Her: "Forget him! I ain't buggin' you out here."
Him: "Doc, you want air freshener today?"
Me: "Sure." *turning to her* "Happy to answer a question if you have one. But I also understand if you didn't want him putting you on blast."
*laughter*
She was limping.
3/ Me: "Something with your foot?"
Him: "See? Tell her!"
*pause*
Her: *shaking head* "My foot be killing me. 'Specially in the morning when I first get up."
Me: "Yeah?"
Her: "Yeah! Like that first step out my bed?" *squeezing her eyes* "Baybaaaay! You talkin' bout some pain?"
You know how much I love you. We’re so close that sometimes we do that thing where we call each other at the same time. Because, in that precise moment, we both felt a cosmic need to connect.
That close.
And, on top of that, you trust me.
2/ I told you that I thought you should be vaccinated. You said something like, “I hear you.” But that? That was before we actually had a #COVIDVaccine.
So I didn’t press you.
But then the news hit. 2 vaccines—and an EUA for them to be injected into arms ASAP.
Yup.
3/ I brought it up again. You answered quickly.
You: “I’ll get it.”
Me: “Wow. Okay.”
And you went back to doing whatever you were doing.
Me: “That's all? Did you want to talk about it?”
You: *shrugging* “I mean. I’m getting it. So . . . “
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!”