1/ Random moment while in line in the Grady coffee shop:
Her: "I remember you. You that lady that said I need to lose weight and get a better fitting bra when I said my back hurt."
Me: "I remember you, too. You changed your hair. It looks nice."
2/ Her: "It's a wig.”
Me: *shrugs* “I still like it on you.”
She folded her arms and sucked her teeth.
Her: “I didn't like you at all."
Me: “No?”
Her: “No!”
Me: "I can respect that choice. How's your back?"
Her: "Respect what choice? A wig or me not liking you?"
Me: "Both."
3/ Her: "My back is a lot better."
Me: "Oh yeah? What did the trick?"
Her: "I lost some weight. And got a different bra."
*laughter*
After that, she reached out and gave me a big hug. And I hugged her right back. Hard.
Her: “Girl you ‘bout to knock my wig off!”
*laughter*
4/ I remembered our encounter that day. She was fighting mad when I came in to reinforce our plan to not prescribe stronger pain meds.
Like, F-bomb name-calling mad. But also, she was hurting. In many ways. And I knew that.
So, yeah. I remembered her, too.
Like, totally.
5/ Me: “I’m glad your back is doing better, sis.”
Her: “Girl,me too. Would you believe I been wearing the wrong bra size my whole damn life?”
*laughter*
Her: “I like your new hairstyle, too.”
Me: “It’s not a wig. But now you got me wondering if I should get one.”
*laughter*
6/ After that we made small talk while waiting for our drinks. About bras and hair and wigs and more. She scowled at my black americano and I raised an internist’s eyebrow at her Frappuccino. And we laughed.
I could feel your grief the moment I stepped into the room. The resident had already told me of your loss.
So fresh.
So recent.
They said you cried on an off for the whole visit. BP controlled. Labs fine. And a depression screen was negative.
Yeah.
2/ So me? I was just tasked with closing the loop as the attending physician. And, with no concerns with your chronic conditions, there wasn’t much to add or teach.
Or say.
I mean, other than sorry. Because I was.
I so was.
3/ I’d never met you before this day. But when I walked in and saw your face cloaked in pain, I searched myself for something. . . anything . . . to help.
But what was there? You had funeralized your son. And yes, though he was “grown” as you said, still.
Me: “I know other people have mentioned this to you already, but just wanted to check in about the #COVIDVaccine. I’m told you’re still thinking about it.”
You: “Yeah.”
*silence*
Me: “Wait, so yeah, you thinking about it?”
You: “Yeah.”
2/ *laughter*
Me: “Would you be okay with me talking to you a little more about it? Like, to give you more things to consider as you deliberate about it?”
You: “Yeah.”
You gave one eyebrow a playful raise.
Me: “Yeah?”
You: “Yeah.”
3/ You: “Although I think I done heard everything you ‘bout to say.”
I gave a hard nod and thought for a moment.
Me: “Okay. Then I need your help.”
You: “Help how?”
Me: “I have your ear but I sort of don’t know what to say. So I’m hoping you can tell me what’s stopped you.”
1/ You used such beautiful words. Words like “gingerly” to describe how you approached the physical therapy maneuvers you tried that morning. And “cacophony” in reference to the food tray someone accidentally knocked to the floor.
I loved them all.
2/ Me: “You have such beautiful words. Such lovely and unexpected ones. It’s becoming my favorite thing on rounds this week.”
You: “Oh, aren’t words just grand? And so many to choose.”
You released a gentle chuckle. Then you coughed.
But gingerly.
3/ And so. Because it was established that we were both lovers of words, I closed each visit the same.
Me: “So what’s the word?”
And each time you would smile, stare off for a beat, and then share one.
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.”
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.