You: “What’s up, Dr. Manning? I been hoping I’d see you.”
Me: “Hey you! Good to see you.”
You paused, gave your arms an exaggerated fold, and huffed.
You: “You know I got a bone to pick with you.”
Me: “With me?”
You: “With y-o-u.”
Hmmm.
2/ Me: “Okay. Talk to me.”
You: “What’s this omicron? Maaaaan you got me thinking if I took them shots I’d be good.”
Me: *listening*
You: “I know 3 people who took three of them shots and all three of ‘em got #COVID!”
I took deep drag of air.
3/ Me: “Yeah. We’re seeing breakthroughs right now. But the good news is that if you’re vaccinated it’s usually mild.”
You scowled.
You: “I’m salty. You know I ain’t even want that shot! But I got it ‘cause it felt like the only way to get back to living.”
I nodded.
4/ You: “So now I got whatever inside my body and I can still get sick? And the shit is more contagious?”
You sucked your teeth loud enough for me to hear through your mask.
Me: “Yeah. I totally get the frustration. I feel it, too.”
*silence*
5/ You: “Mostly I feel low key stupid. Like, my folks who ain’t ‘bout that vaccine life are laughing at me now. They like, ‘What I say? You let them give you that shit and ain’t got nothin’ in return.’”
Oof. I could tell your feelings were hurt.
Me: “I hear you.”
6/ You: “Maaaan. This some bullshit.”
Me: “Listen. I get it. But. . .”
I paused for a moment. I didn’t want to impulsively say the wrong thing.
You: “But what?”
Me: “But . . . nothing. Like, I get how you feel.”
I realized that I was feeling deflated, too.
You saw it.
7/ You: “My bad, Miss Manning. You know I ain’t mean to come for you like that.”
Me: “It’s cool.”
*silence*
Me: “Umm. So we don’t know a whole lot about Omicron. But I can tell you some of what I’ve learned so far.”
You: “K.”
8/ Me: “So it looks like it’s more contagious.”
You: “Shit, more contagious than what?”
Me: “Than Delta or the other variants. So it’s probably gonna get worse before it gets better.”
You: “Even if you got vaccinated?”
Me: “I mean, yes and no.”
You: “Say what now?”
*laughter*
9/ Me: “Like yes we are seeing breakthrough infections. But in people who got vaccinated it looks like they don’t get as sick though.”
You: “Do you think. . . like . . . that will change?”
*silence*
You: “Like people not getting as sick if they got the vaccine?”
10/ I raised my eyebrows and sighed. Because real talk? I didn’t know for sure.
Me: “Here’s what I believe: The vaccinated folk are always gon’ be better off than the ones who aren’t.”
You: *listening*
Me: “I really think that. Whether they get infected or not.”
*silence*
11/ You stared at me for a few beats and then closed your eyes. You pointed your face to the heavens.
Me: “I swear to God. I’m so tired of this shit.”
I could tell that your teeth were clenched as you spoke.
Then you opened your eyes.
We sighed in unison.
12/ Me: “I’m tired of it, too. But I think it’s okay to be tired. And unsure.”
You nodded slowly.
Me: “Just not okay to give up. Or act like damn near a million people hadn’t died from it here.”
You: “Damn. That’s a lot.”
Me: “And that don’t even include the ones who lived.”
13/ You: “Huh?”
Me: “Like the people who had COVID but are disabled from it after. Nobody really talks about how messed up it can leave people.”
You: “Damn.”
Me: “Yeah. Damn is right.”
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I needed to go.
You saw that, too.
14/ You: “Hey listen. . . thanks for always keeping it real with me.”
Me: “Thanks for trusting me.”
You put a hand on my arm.
You: “We gon’ be alright, Doc. Okay?”
Me: “You think?”
You: “Yeah. I do think.”
*silence*
You: “Alright then. Love you, Doc.”
Me: “Love you, too.”
15/ I walked outside and felt my eyes stinging with tears.
I feel grateful for that honest exchange. And for the relationships we’ve all built over the years.
And even though the world can’t seem to agree on much of anything? I think we can all agree on being tired.
Yeah.💛
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The flight attendant told you two separate times before we took off. Please pull up your mask. And both times you pulled it up. But then, as soon as they walked away, you slid it back down.
Yup.
2/ And real talk? This wouldn’t have been so disconcerting if you hadn’t been sitting on the window seat of my same row.
You reached down and pulled out some headphones. After sliding them over your ears, you gave a tiny cough.
Mask still off your face.
Uggh.
3/ I quickly ran this through my head. Wondered if you seemed like someone who might snap or maybe even cause our entire flight to be interrupted because you refused to wear a mask.
Hmmm.
You cleared your throat. Or coughed. Honestly? I couldn’t tell. But it was something.
Me: "How are you feeling?"
You: "Terrible."
Me: "Terrible?"
You: "Terrible."
Me: "The medicines aren't taking the edge off?"
You: "It helped a little bit, but now I feel sick to my stomach. My bowels are loose, too."
Hmmm.
2/ Your voice is quiet and defeated. This is different. . . and it scares me.
Me: "We put you back on what you were getting at home and--"
You: "I know that. Soon as you said that yesterday I started. But now all I feel is sick and queasy in the stomach."
*silence*
3/ Me: "I'm sorry. . . what do you mean by 'as soon as I said that?'”
You: "What?"
Me: "The medicines. You said you started as soon as I said something? That part confused me. Just wanted to get clear."
You reach under the bed and pull out a plastic Kroger bag full of pills.
I was visiting with one of my patients in a room that held two patients. Another doctor was on the other side of the curtain making morning rounds on one of his patients, too.
Mmm hmmm.
2/ An exchange between a Grady elder and that other doctor was within earshot—and loud enough—for me to hear.
Him: "Did you have a good night?"
Her: "Mmmm hmmm."
Him: "How was breakfast? Were you able to keep it down?"
Her: “Mmmm hmmm.”
3/ Him: "And tell me . . . did you--"
Her: "Scuse me, doctor. But can you just go on and examine me and stop asking so many questions?"
Him: *chuckling* "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were asleep."
My mother does this thing when having her photo taken. She erupts into laughter and does so repeatedly with each snap. It's her way of getting to a natural smile--even if it's through an unnatural chuckle.
It's so awkward. And adorable.
And her.
2/ And so. This little thing that my mom does floated into my mind as I spoke to you on this day. A fleeting thought but one I paused to savor.
Yeah.
Your mother passed away a few months ago. And yes, she'd been ill. But still. She was your mom.
Your mom.
3/ You'd asked me about the holidays. What my family planned to do and such. And I told you. Then I boomeranged the query straight back at you.
Then I remembered.
Me: "Oh wait. This is the first Christmas?"
Your shoulders curled inward and you gave a tiny nod.
1/ You: "I remember when I told my mama. She started hollering and fell on the floor crying for Jesus."
Me: *raising eyebrows*
You: "I was like, 'Mama! Calm your ass down!'"
*laughter*
You: "But I get it. She was going on stuff she heard about HIV."
Me: *listening*
2/ You: "You woulda thought I was about to die right then and there the way she was carrying on."
Me: "Dang."
You: "She started talking in this somber ass voice like a old spiritual. Talking 'bout 'I'm heeeere for you, baby. Until the end.' I was like, 'The END?'"
*laughter*
3/ Me: "Had your mama seen somebody die from complications of AIDS?"
You: "No. She just got a porch to stand on." *shaking head* "I remember my neighbor sayin, 'That boy a yours gon' get the AIDS!' And my mama saying, 'Don't speak that curse over his life!'"
1/ The tone you took when communicating with me masked all that you were saying. The words tumbled out.
Short.
Cursory.
Stripped of the gentle pleasantries and deference that we all learned at some point.
Although clearly you’d learned other rules, too.
2/ You were saying a lot of things but my mind wandered. I imagined myself a tall man with a tawny combover with greying temples. With wizened blue eyes and crow’s feet bursting outward on porcelain skin.
Would you be talking to me this way if I were him?
Hmmm.
3/ Like, if he was me on paper but phenotypically him, you know?
A full professor who’d published things and built things and earned a reputation for his work. Who’d been a leader and who’d earned respect and who’d been doing this for a long time.