Backhanded compliments…
Snippets of conversation from the past two days.
Patient #1: “I was telling the psych nurse what a wonderful doctor you are and how I easily I can talk you.”
*continues before I can interject a sincere thank you*
“She didn’t know who you were, so I tried you describe you. The little (indicates a height approximately two inches above his bed) blond girl with glasses who’s not very skinny but more plump. Kinda pretty.”
Um. My hair is still red, isn’t it????
Patient #2: *reaching over and patting my belly* “So, are you pregnant?”
(after I politely, without too much blushing, tell him that I’m not)
“oh! I’m sorry. The nurses were just talking and wondering, so I didn’t know….”
Yep, great day for the self esteem. I apparently need to work harder on finding a gym that is a) affordable (sorry, I’m NOT spending $63 dollars a month for the privilege of working out) and b) open past 6 at night.
*sigh* These are definitely the times when I think seriously about a tummy tuck or liposuction…
But to be fair. The Good Things That Happened Today
~ My patient (#1) has said that he’s going to write a letter to the hospital and tell them what a good doctor I am.
~I’ve been able to get blood cultures, AND I’ve been able to teach my little “Baby Docs” (the medical students, as one nurse affectionately terms them. Was humorous when she called them that, not so much when she used the label for me) how to do them and get them on the first stick as well. Am very proud.
~The oh-so-cute pharmacy student whispered sweet nothings in my ear…. about drug names and dosages that made me look like I knew what I was talking about. I swooned. 🙂 I think he calls me Jules, or at least it’s never come out as a complete Julia. Hmm…
~My medical student called me “darling.” He’s got a girlfriend that he’s planning to propose to soon, but the fact that he is comfortable enough with me is great (or maybe it’s not, should I be fostering an environment of respect and authority?). Oh, did I mention he’s cute too?
~ My attending, after I paged him with some results, paging back with the message “Strong work, doctor.” After the atrocious presentations that I’ve given recently (my mind does not work post call), that’s a very nice compliment.
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Aww
Yum yum, cute doctors/doctors to be- how wonderful is that…
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You know what?
You make me so proud.
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People can be so rude. One time, this psych patient asked my mom in the elevator, right in front of me (as if I wasn’t there), “Is your daughter pregnant?”
I didn’t know there was a possibility at the time. Dear God, did I ever cry.
At least this person asked you to your face, heh. Still. Rude.
I’m glad some good things are happening, though, honey. Confidence is building like muscle. It’s taking some time, but you’re getting there. I’m proud of you.