Me: "What questions do you have for me?"
Him: "None. I'm straight."
Me: *nodding*"You straight?"
Him: "Straight up."
*chuckling*
Him: "Man. When I got to the hospital? Shit was straight crazy."
Me: "Straight up?"
A wave of mischief twinkled in his eye.
2/ Him: "Straight up, doc. That ambulance said they was coming here and I was nervous. I was like, 'I ain't been in a car wreck. Take me someplace else.' No shade."
Me: "And they took you straight to Grady didn't they."
Him: "STRAIGHT to Grady."
*laughter*
3/ Him: "But real talk? I was wrong about y'all. Y'all got me straight."
Me: "See? And here you was thinking all we could do was car wrecks and traumas.” *pause* “Now you just have to keep all these appointments straight."
Him: “Hey is that primary doctor you got me straight?”
4/ Me: “Oh yeah. She’ll keep you straight.”
We faced off in silent competition.
Me: "You straight on a ride home?"
Him: "Yeah. My wife coming to get me. So I'm straight."
Me: "Probably a straight shot from where y'all live, right?"
*laughter*
5/ Him: "Ha ha. . .I see what you did there. . .actually, it is. But hopefully y'all hurry up 'cause she got to go straight back to work when she drop me off."
I narrowed my eyes. He did the same.
Me: "You win. I've run out of witty ways to say 'straight.'"
*laughter*
6/ Him: *pulls out phone from between covers on bed* "Not me. I'm 'bout to text these teens in my house and tell 'em they better have that house straight when I get home or I'm putting a foot straight in somebody's ass."
I widened my eyes and shook my head.
7/ Me: "Wait. Let me get this straight--did you just say you gon' put a foot in a minor's ass to your doctor?"
Him: “I mean not my actual foot. But they DO know I’ll yank all them Xboxes straight out the wall and snatch them cell phones straight out they hands!”
*laughter*
8/ Me: “I know that’s right!” *rising from bedside chair and gives fist bump* "Alright then, sir. I'm glad you straight."
Him: "And I'm glad you was my doctor."
Me: "Whaaat? No shade?"
Him: "Nope. None at all."
Me: "So. . .Ms. Hodge. . .uh. . . what exactly were you doing when this happened?"
Her: *smirks and does a body wave in her bed* "Getting it ON, baby."
Me: *chuckles and shakes head*
Her: "Oh, I'm serious."
*name changed
2/ Her: "People thing jest 'cause you up in age you ain't got no desires. But that ain't true, see."
Me: *nodding* "I hear you, Ms. Hodge."
Her: "You better hear me! 'Cause I be GETTING mine--even in my 80's."
She snapped her fingers and did another body wave.
*laughter*
3/ Her: "How old are you, Miss Manning?"
Me: "I turned 50 last September."
Her: "You got a lover?" *squints eyes*
Me: "Uhh. . .I guess my husband. . is uh. . my lover."
Her: *curls lips* "Well. I hope y'all be taking care of each other." *does body wave again*
1/ At @EmoryMedicine, our curriculum includes a 4-year longitudinal connection of 8-9 classmates assigned to one faculty advisor in “small groups.”
I’ve been an SG advisor since 2007 and it has been—hands down—one of the most rewarding things of my career.
Like, for real.
2/ Every other year since ‘07, I’ve been assigned a new small group.
Yup.
It’s sooo cool to meet them on their first day of Med school and then get to hood them on their last day! (My commencement tears have become legendary.)
Ha.
3/ Yesterday, I got to welcome my 8TH small group to our SG fam. And I swear, y’all. It’s like anticipating a new baby coming.
Here’s why:
Because now I know what can unfold over these years. Not just in medical school but beyond. It’s sooo magical.
You: “They stay talking’ ‘bout how everybody could get that shot if they want it. All they got to do is walk in.” *making air quotes* “But that’s some bullshit.”
Me: *listening*
You: “That AIN’T all you got to do.”
You folded your arms in a huff.
2/ You: “Like, you go up in there and it AIN’T straightforward. ‘Specially at the regular pharmacies.”
Me: “No?”
You: “I mean, not if you ain’t good with filling a bunch of stuff out on line. Plus you got to have certain information.”
I stayed quiet. You went on.
3/ You: “I mean yeah, it IS some folks who dead against that #COVIDVaccine—but it’s a whole bunch of folks that would get it if it wasn’t so got-damn hard.”
*silence*
Me: “So, like what would be best? In your opinion?”
I placed my stethoscope upon a quiet chest recently. Flashed a penlight into eyes where pupils did not respond.
My fingertips rolled over the curve in the neck where a carotid pulse would normally offer up a reassuring thump--but felt nothing.
Nothing.
2/ Just cool, quiet skin.
This patient was severely ill. The family and patient had chosen a "Do Not Resuscitate" order to allow a natural transition. So, once it became imminent, no one fought it.
No code sirens.
No cacophony of ACLS.
Just a peaceful acknowledgment.
3/ The illness was far too mighty and swift to allow a transfer to hospice after leaving the ICU.
The family stood vigil for those first few hours. Then exhaustion set in. When it happened, no family was in the room.
1/ Mostly I have remained quiet about #twitter verification and (what I like to call) Black physician #verifygate.
Partly because I'd like to believe that verification starts with how we feel about ourselves.
But I'll also admit it's a form of self-protection.
You know?
2/ I also think of how, historically, there are so many examples of successful people who look like me who do or don't get the metaphorical blue check for their work.
So you say the thing we always say:
"You don't verify me. My community verifies me."
Right? Right.
3/ But then, if you have enough time, it creeps into your thoughts. And, even if it doesn't really mean anything, you think about it.
You know?
And listen. Since I'm generally not a person who likes to be upset, I will instead shape this into a case.