So, last night was my second to last PICU call and Toby is cross covering the other team. Now, I love Toby and part of what I love is that he is so friendly, complementary, and pleasant to be around. By no surprise all of the nurses that have ever interacted with Toby also love him for likely many of the same reasons. This love is so strong that they shower him with gifts, hugs, kisses, and baked goods at any opportunity.
I will also acknowledge that Toby is easier to pick out of the CHO line up being that he does not belong to the "Petite Asian Women Club" that consists of any number of fairly interchangeable, at least superficially, petite Asian women.
So, here I am finishing up a month in the PICU, I felt like I did a pretty good job, had good interactions with the nurses, provided quality, thoughtful care for my patients, you know, all around good work. And then Toby starts his cross covering. We're having a good night, saving ward-status patient's lives and all as the hospital is full and the patients can't get beds. Toby and I are sitting at the computers typing away, doing doctoring work, when we overhear the nurses on the other side of the room-"Toby is our favorite fellow!" The nurses then poke their head around the corner-"Hey Toby, you are our favorite fellow." "Are you a fellow? No, well, you're still our favorite." And then silence.
Hmm, no comments for me, I guess I'm just an ordinary member of the "Petite Asian Women Club."
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