Thursday, March 26, 2015

What we take for granted.

Today at Grady: 

Me: "Everything okay?"

Patient: "Yep. Everythang fine, Miss Manning."

Me: "Okay good. I just noticed that expression on your face."

Patient: "I guess it's 'cause I'm tripping."

Me: "Tripping off of what?"

Patient: "I was just thinking. . like every time I see y'all . . . it seem like you really, truly give a shit about me and whether I live or die."

Me: "I guess that's because we really, truly do." 

Patient: "Hmmmm."

Me: "Is there something wrong with that?"

Patient: "Naaw. I guess I'm just not used to people in my life giving a shit about much of anything. And especially not about me." 


This is Thursday. And this is Grady.


  1. I was thinking about you and your hospital just the other day and this very thing actually. Though I wouldn't have put it like that, it's exactly that - you truly care and it's wonderful. It's more than wonderful. I hope you pat yourself on the back every single night for what you do each day because of that. Corny I know but caring means so much. I love you for caring about Grady people.

    1. I'm so glad that some of the sadder moments are balanced by such beautiful ones. Grady pours as much into its doctors as they pour into her. It is a lovely symbiotic relationship. A lovely one indeed.

  2. Damn is right.
    I'm so glad you are there, Dr. Kim. I'm so glad Grady is there.
    I will fight for you both to stay on. And for our brothers and sisters who aren't used to someone giving a shit about them.

  3. Love this so much!


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