2/ Her: "You know I had #COVID back in April of '20 when everybody was getting it."
Me: "Oh wow. Did you get pretty sick?"
Her: "Sick enough to be in my bed for a few days. But mostly it was just inconvenient for everybody that live with me, you know?"
Me: *listening*
3/ Her: "Folk don't talk enough about that part. The way she bust a groove in all your plans even if you don't get real sick."
Me: "Yeah."
*silence*
Me: "So. . . . I'm surprised after all that you weren't first in line to get vaccinated."
Her: *shrugs*
4/ Her: "I'mma be honest. I ain't never been big on shots. So once I had it, I was like, 'Shiid, how is this any different than chicken pox?'"
Me: *listening*
Her: "Like, I wasn't all majorly against it. But I didn't see the point, you know?"
Me: "I can see how you'd think that."
5/ Her: "I told myself, 'A antibody against a spike protein ain't got nothing on a antibody against the whole damn virus.' So I decided to pass."
Me: "Did anybody ever explain to you that you still needed a vaccine?"
Her: *laughter* "Girl, yeah. It just made no sense to me."
6/ Her: "Until Miss Delta came over unannounced."
*laughter*
Me: *shaking head* "Not 'Miss Delta.'"
Her: "Baybaaaaay. Miss Delta don't care nothing 'bout you, your plans, or whether your ass already had #COVID. She said she ain't got nothing to do with all that."
*laughter*
7/ Her: "I shit you not. I was standing in my kitchen making some potato salad for this cookout at my daughter's house. Blasting some Isley Brothers on my radio and sipping on a little something, too."
Me: *listening with amusement*
Her: "Then--out the blue--it happened."
8/ Me: "What's that?"
Her: "My doorbell rang. And since I wasn't expecting nobody, you know I was like, 'Who TF coming over my house that I ain't invite?' Girl, you know Black folks don't play that!"
*laughter*
Her: "So I wipe off my hands to go see who gon' get cussed out."
9/ Her: "Honey, I get to that door and there she was! Miss Delta, chile. Looking all up in my house!"
Me: "Wait. She rang your doorbell?"
Her: "Girl! Sholl did. Talkin' 'bout, 'Hey girl. What you 'bout to do?'"
*laughter*
Her: *shrugs* "I said, 'Bout to go to this cookout.'"
10/ Her: "Honey, Miss Delta was like, 'No ma'am you ain't neither.'"
I was out of breath from laughing now. But that just egged her on.
Her: "So I tells her, 'Listen. You got the wrong house, sis. You already came over here last April.' And, honey, Miss Delta just laughed!"
11/ Her: "She said, 'Nawww, baby. That was my cousin. This is the remix.' Then she just stepped her ass right on around me and came on in my house."
Me: *laughing* "Why you ain't close the door on her?"
Her: "Shiiiiid. Miss Delta strong!"
*howling with laughter*
12/ Her: "So girl, I tried to ignore her and get back to my potato salad. And just when I was finishing up and putting some paprika on it, I felt this little tiny, baby cough in my chest."
She demonstrated a tiny cough and then swung her head from side to side in surprise.
13/ Her: "I was like, 'What was that?' Then *inserts tiny cough* it happened again!"
Me: "And where was Miss Delta?"
Her: "Girl. She done propped her ass up on my kitchen counter and stuck her finger in my potato salad. Just rude!"
Now the nurses were laughing, too.
14/ Her: "So I says, 'Listen, Miss Delta. I got to take this potato salad over to this cookout!' And Miss Delta just licked her finger and said, 'Naaaw. You not going to NO cookout. YOU going to GRADY, boo."
Everyone was doubled over.
Her: *deadpan* "I'm dead serious."
15/ Her: "Yeah chile. So she threw a monkey wrench in all my plans. She told me, 'Go on and get your phone charger 'cause you gon' need it.'"
Me: "She said that?"
Her: "Mmmmm hmm. Then, while I'm gasping for my life, she sitting in the corner of my hospital room looking bored."
16/ Her: "Filing her nails talkin' 'bout some, 'Bet your ass get vaccinated this time won't you?' And I was like, 'Give me ALL the shots. All of 'em!"
Nurse: "Girl, what she say to that?"
Her: "Chile. She said, 'Oh you gots to wait now.'"
*laughter*
17/ Her: *shaking head* "So yeah. I'm counting down the days now. 'Cause when I tell you I don't want NOTHING to do with Miss Rona, Miss Delta, or none'a they cousins? I mean it."
Her smile faded and she sighed.
Me: "I'm so glad you're feeling better."
Her: "Me, too."
18/ Me: "Hey--and for what it's worth .. .. I can see how you thought you were protected. You know?"
Her: *sighs* "Yeah."
*silence*
Her: "I could've died. Or not got better. And, real talk? I don't know which a those woulda been worse to me."
Damn.
19/ Me: *listening*
Her: "I hate thinking I coulda got everybody at that cookout sick."
Me: "I'm glad Miss Delta shut that down before you could."
Her: *chuckling* "I know that's right."
*silence*
Me: "Can you do me a favor?"
Her: *listening*
Me: "Will you tell people?"
20/ Me: "Like.. . tell them what you told me? And suggest they get vaccinated?"
Her: "You ain't said nothing but a word, sis. I'm telling any and every damn body: Miss Delta ain't to be played with, messed with, or underestimated. Do you hear me?"
*laughter*
Yes, I do hear you.
21/ I'm recognizing that even in the times that feels like the horse is already out of the barn, we still have an opportunity have impact.
Yup.
And that doesn't just mean us in healthcare. That means all of us everywhere.
For any event, panel, meeting, or conference you're planning, I'm asking that you specifically task someone with looking at all of your materials to confirm that you are consistent with titles.
Here's why:
2/ It's not unusual to see a flyer that offers a full title for say, a non-minority male person beside a truncated/wrong one for say, a Black woman. Or a title with all honorifics for one person but something more ambiguous for the other.
Do I think it's malicious? Nah.
But.
3/ It's too common. And it's not super affirming when you've worked really hard to get where you are against a lot of built-in obstacles.
So. I'm asking everyone who is over planning anything to start checking. I'm imploring you to assign someone the task of making sure.
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*
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?”
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.