Today’s writing prompt is simply to describe a family member. I choose Angela.
The first conversation I had with Angela was when I was 16. I told her that I thought she should join the space program. That they needed space doctors. She said, “but Leslie… I already am a space doctor. I’m a room-a-tologist.”
It killed, because I was impressed that she was a doctor in a specialty that interested me… More of a detective than anything else, and conferences in our office were VERY VERY MUCH like you see on House. And she was a rheumatologist, so sometimes, it was indeed lupus. Beat that with a stick.
We made fast friends because she was the kind of acid funny I like.
One story involving this period of my life, I thought had been forgotten. I was wrong.
We were singing…… “Let us break bread together, on our knees….. Let us break bread together on our knees… When I fall on my FACE….. We both sang the wrong word at the wrong time and cracked up. It was in the middle of the service because of course it was, and my mother was directing the choir. If looks could kill, we both would have been dead and buried.
Lots of funny things happened to her as a doctor, so she put together a comedy routine in her Palm Pilot and kept adding to it. However, she never got to give it. It’s my hope to tell you these stories for posterity and make you laugh with stories that have entertained our family for 30 years. It really loses something without the hand motions, but 6… 7.
Angela was given her beeper on her first day at the hospital. She’s all shiny and new, thinks she’s got it. Gets a page and goes into the room where a woman is seizing all over the place. Angela looks at the nurse like a deer in headlights. Nurse says, “Doctor, would you like to push some valium?” Angela raises her finger and says, “let’s.” Her first medical order as a doctor was, “let’s.” She was stunned by her own brilliance and learned the value of experienced nurses.
If my father reads this, he will remind me it was thorazine or something. I don’t remember the drug, I just remember how hard I laughed when she told it, and I will miss that she’ll never tell it again. However, I do a killer impression of her like all kids can imitate their parents. I can remind myself of her anytime I want. These stories keep her alive.
Guy comes into the ER saying that he thinks his foot is broken. Angela tells him that he cannot possibly have a broken foot because he walked in on it. Comes back after seeing the X-ray and says, “oh my God I am so sorry. Your foot is broken in like 26 places.”
Woman comes in saying that she thinks that she has swallowed a crab claw. She puts on her serious face and says how unlikely that is, because what actually happens is that when the crab claw is going down, it scratches the inside of your esophagus and you still feel it in there when it’s not. It’s called “foreign body sensation.”
The crab claw in this woman’s esophagus made her say unprintable things.
Another time, she didn’t use a mirror before she went into a patient’s room, smearing what she thought was clear chapstick all over her lips. She goes into the room and the family is all looking at her like she is the most interesting woman in the world. They can’t take their eyes off her. It’s just strange…….. Then she walks out of the patient room and sees herself in a mirror. She’s got red lipstick from her nose to her chin.
Those are just a few of the stories I remember from when I actually worked for her, and I miss that time in my life. When Angela was in private practice, I could work under her without getting certified. When she sold to Methodist, they required certifications I didn’t have. I think all the time about what my life would have looked like if I’d done that work, but I think getting me as far away from HIPPAA as possible is best for my blog.
I did enjoy my white coat and stethoscope days, though. Work started early, but we had two hours for lunch. Sometimes this was fast and furious, because we were going to the hospital to round on patients. Some days, though, we had time to come home and get in the pool before we went back, and those days were just golden.
I joke that I went to medical school in the back of a Lexus, and there is more truth to it than laughs. I learned a great deal about patient care, drug interactions, what needs cutting and what doesn’t, etc. And just like a medical student, there was no concrete entry point. I just started overhearing the fire hose of rapid-fire information coming at Angela and one day, I could hang.
When I met Angela, I met a different idea of what a woman could be, particularly a straight woman. I needed that in my life because my relationship with my mother was complicated, as complicated as the one with the woman who emotionally abused me for so many years. She was the one that showed me there were no gender roles, that women could be breadwinners and heads of household. She could do dinner and dancing or sitting in a blind for three days without showering just to get a photo of a bird.
In fact, this leads to another funny patient story. My stepmother told her patient and their husband that she’d gone up to Vancouver to shoot snowy owls. She talked for several minutes about shooting these endangered birds, so the patient asked how you cook them. Angela laughed so hard she nearly fell on the floor before explaining she was a nature photographer.
These are all the funny things I’d like to remember about Angela, because our relationship was unique. She was one of the people that turned my world from black and white into color, and I’ll never forget it. We all have those moments as teens when our brains switch on and those adults who make it happen.
Stories That Are All True 