And just to get you in the right state of mind, this:
That photo above was taken in the Grady elevator yesterday. Can you believe it? I've got an all girl team this month on the Grady wards! I keep hearing that Beyonce song in my head when we're together. Ha ha ha. Maybe we should bust out in a flash mob version of it on the last day? What do y'all think?
It is cool, though. We walk into the rooms on rounds six women strong and, I tell you, it's a sight for sore eyes. (At least, according to one of the very uninhibited male Grady elders it is.)
Yeah, man. I'm thinking Dr. King would be proud of this team. Or at least hot for it. Gasp! Did I actually say that out loud? Okay. Then act like I didn't.
Anyways. I don't have a lot to say at this moment. Instead, I just woke up and went back to my archives to reflect on the things I'd written on prior MLK days. I do have some deep thoughts but it seems like my head isn't organized enough to write them right now. Those posts seemed to say what I am feeling, so there. I thought I'd take you back to them--for those who are new here or simply for a reread if you're one who's been here for a while. Either way, I appreciate you all.
But, real talk. . . especially today I'm appreciating the opportunity to be a Grady doctor. Something I couldn't have been had I just been born at the same time that Dr. King was.
No black doctors allowed at The Gradys back then, remember? Not even on the "Black Grady" side.
Yeah. But I wasn't born when Dr. King was. So I get the opportunity to lead a multicultural team of women through the halls of a place that, thanks to the fight of Dr. King and countless others, welcomes us as healthcare providers. I don't take that lightly.
No, I do not.
Okay. So here's a few things to get you reflecting on MLK Day. I hope it helps to get you in a Martin-state-of-mind today.
First, The Tale of Two Gradys. This is arguably one of my favorite posts because it makes me think about what it means to be right here, right now doing what I do. Makes me realize that it's kind of a big deal.
Next, I'm OK. You're OK. and The Green Lantern. These two posts capture some of my exchanges with Isaiah about race. It makes me realize that Dr. King's dream is still one that should be alive and in our minds. And, of course, I revisited when me and a bunch of my girlfriends had an EPIC FAIL attempt at getting all of the kids to nestle down in front of a big screen television to watch "Eyes on the Prize." Those kids were all like:
Ha ha ha! But at least we tried, man. You can read about that here.
And lastly, The Drum Major Instinct. This takes me back to when Poopdeck used to make us listen to Martin Luther King sermons and then write reports on them as punishment once we got older. Now I'm glad that he was crazy enough to make us do that.
That's all I've got for now. I hope your day is wonderful and full of grace.
Happy Martin-Lutha-da-Kang Day to you all!
Oh, and here's what's been playing on my mental iPod whenever I'm walking around with my all girl team this month:
Honestly? I write this blog to share the human aspects of medicine + teaching + work/life balance with others and myself -- and to honor the public hospital and her patients--but never at the expense of patient privacy or dignity.
Thanks for stopping by! :)
"One writes out of one thing only--one's own experience. Everything depends of how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give."
~ James Baldwin (1924 - 1987)
"Do it for the story." ~ Antoinette Nguyen, MD, MPH
Details, names, time frames, etc. are always changed to protect anonymity. This may or may not be an amalgamation of true,quasi-true, or completely fictional events. But the lessons? They are always real and never, ever fictional. Got that?