Him: "I like the way you look at me."
Me: "Excuse me, sir?"
Him: "I mean. . . I like how your eyes look at me."
His words caught me off guard. I’d only been there a few moments. It seemed misplaced.
Me: "I want to receive that. Tell me what you mean, sir."
2/ Him: "It's like your eyes they look at me like . . . I don't know. Like I'm somebody worth you looking at.”
Me: *listening*
Him: “Like they happy to see me. Do that make sense?"
Me: "I think so."
*silence*
3/ Him: "It’s like, when you came in here, you put your eyes on me and right off they told me. Like you made up your mind even 'fore you came in here. Like, 'So what about what he look like or what stuff he got going on. He worth my time.’ I could tell.”
I kept listening.
4/ Him: "’Cause the eyes? See, they tell a lot. Your mouth could be saying one thang, but the eyes? They gon’ tell on you every time."
Me: *listening*
Him: "Disgusted. Don't approve. Don't care. Don’t believe. In a hurry. All that. You can see it in how they eyes look at you."
5/ Him: "But I like how you look at me. I do."
He held my gaze and emphasized the word “like.”
Me: *sigh* "Thanks, sir. For real."
Him: "I hope you look at all your patients like that. 'Cause sometimes that's all anybody need to feel better."
Me: *tiny nod*
And that was it.
6/ After that, I left his room, stepped into the nearest bathroom and cried. Because that feedback was so unexpectedly kind.
But also because he was someone with medical and social problems I couldn’t fix. At least not today I couldn’t.
7/ Sometimes it feels insurmountable when there are so many things out of our control.
But he reminded me that we do have something to give.
I patted my eyes and stared into them in the mirror for a few moments to try to see what he saw.
And to offer some empathy to myself.
8/ Me: “Hey sis. I’m glad you here.”
Also me: “Me too, sis. Me, too.”
I laughed and shook my head. Then went on back to work.
You know? It’s rough trying to divide not enough by too much. But what if one of the main things someone needed, we had all along?
Hmmm.
9/ And I get it. Optimism can’t fix everything. And these same eyes see all that is wrong or awful. I do.
But.
Not at the expense of seeing what is beautiful. And these fleeting moments with these human beings trusting us to care? They are so beautiful.
Them: "Hey Dr. M. You busy?"
Me: "Not at the moment. What's up?"
Them: "Wondering if you could weigh in on rash on our new patient. It's on her backside. Kind of looks like yeast but I'm not sure."
Me: *listening*
Them: *pointing at door* "She's in bed 2."
2/ Me: "Okey dokey."
Them: "I need to run and see someone with chest pain. Can you let me know if I should call derm after you look?"
Me: "Yup."
I watched the resident disappear down the corridor as I stopped to open the chart in the EMR.
Ooooh. A Grady elder.
Yay.
3/ I approached bed 2 and noticed that the curtain was pulled all the way closed.
Me: *knocking on wall* "Hellooooo. . . "
When I came around the pink divider, this Grady elder was in the middle of being given a sponge bath by one of our nurse assistants.
Him: "You know? My friend had a heart attack just like me. Just a year older than me. He died. My tight man, too."
Me: "Wow."
His brother was sitting in a bedside chair and chimed in.
Brother: "And don't forget the dude from the car wash.”
2/ Brother: “Wasn't even 50. Left a wife and 4 kids behind."
Him: "Ahh man. I forgot about that. He was good people, too.”
Brother: "Oh yeah."
Him: *snaps finger* “And remember ol' dude from The Sopranos? He died from a heart attack, too. Young."
He shook his head and sighed.
3/ The room fell awkwardly silent after that. I guess something about mentioning Tony Soprano seemed to make the possibility of death seem more real. His eyes started glistening and his face cloaked over with grief.
He turned his head away, hoping his brother wouldn't notice.
1/ Every year I prepare a Christmas scavenger hunt quiz for my kids. 1 clue to find a question which, when answered correctly allows opening of 1 gift. Then they get another clue.
Yup.
The theme changes every year. And slows the whole process down in the most wonderful way.
2/ One of my fave years was “Books We’ve Read.” They’re such great sports about it, too. Even now that they’re on high school!
And shout out to award-winning author @JasonReynolds83 whose books have blessed our family and my Black sons beyond measure.
Mmm hmmm.
3/ This year we did “It’s a Family Affair.” Questions about our family and our origin story. Best part? Answers can’t be found on Google. Only by phoning a friend (aka a grandparent, aunt, uncle, or cousin!)
As a true nerd, I know the cognitive effort slows them down.
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.”
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.