Weight, Weight, Don't Tell Me.

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Overheard at Grady, true story verbatim. . . .


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Lady: "You got a little something in there, doc?"

Grady doctor: "Pardon me?"

Lady: "A little bun cooking in that oven?" Points at torso. Ginormous smile. Exaggerated wink.

Grady doctor: Looks down. "Wait. . .uhhh. . .you mean. . .am I. . .?"

Lady: (without even flinching) "You 'spectin, ain't you?"

Grady doctor: (Looking mortified) "Uuuuhhhh, no, ma'am. I'm not."

Lady: "Oh. . . .okay, then. . . . . you just need to make sure you hold yo' stomach in a little more." (Demonstrates belly suck in case she didn't know how.)

Grady doctor: (Blank stare)

Lady: "Yeah, girl. . . .Don't worry. That be happening to me sometimes, too."


Damn.

Reflection on a Wednesday: Grady Verbatim

There is NOTHING more awesome than the Grady elders. You cannot predict what they'll say or do next no matter how hard you try. Case in point--here is something I heard today on rounds with my team:

Me: "I like your fancy eyelashes!" (Patient was wearing these gnarly glue-on strip lashes.)

Grady elder: "Baby, you lookin' at the world's oldest hoochie-mama!"

Me: "W--ow."


100% true, 0% exaggeration.

I love this job.