So I am pretending I am a secretary for the day, and totally unexpected I hear him... nice hair... and i look up, shocked, because he shouldn't be there. I mean he is not on a hospitalist shift, they are not til later in the month, and I arranged it so Id be there for them out on those med surg floors, still trying to swing the other 2 days actually. and theres no other reason for him to be there.... and i look up and he's smiling as he reaches over me to grab the board, and i say.. what are you doing here... seeing a patient... you don't do that anymore i say, i do sometimes if they are special he says. Oh i say.. so if i have to come to the hospital you will come see me? he smiles and says of course. he goes to see pt, and then as hes walking back out to leave, i ask.. did you get my text? about me prescribing myself the wrong medicine? he says yes. he comes to the desk closer to me. i said technically they are the same meds, ones just purer. he says your right. i say so.. he says just stick with it. I say okay. i said ive increased the dosage, how much can i go up. he says well you can go to 40. do you want to? i said yeah. he said ok ill have them call it in, where to? walmart.. which one? 7th street. ok he says. i say.. if this doesnt help , i might need to talk to someone. he gives me the biggest grin i have ever seen, his eyes boring straight into my soul, holding me there for almost a minute, and my heart forgets to beat. then he nods and turns and walks off. an unexpected visitation, that made me fly. the grin was the biggest grin anyone has ever given me, and the way he stared at me leapt straight into my soul. just reliving it makes my heart rate accelerate.
also when i took mini-me to see him , he waited until the end of the appt, and as hes out the door, where he cant even see me anymore... instead of doing what everyone else has been doing.. asking what happened to your arm.. or where did that bruise come from... he says to me, so i have no chance to respond... "so you're falling down stairs and banging into walls now.. huh". not a question but a statement. like he just wanted me to know that he noticed the bruise, but didn't want to ask me about it so i wouldn't lie to him.
What's That Smell?
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Never underestimate the power of our olfactory receptors, because we Moms
are bound to become the collective brain trust of bad smells!
9 years ago


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