Children Keep Dancing…

There are a million things to say about Kenya which I can’t even begin to process

Today I started my peds ortho away with my childhood doctor. For starters there are ghosts, memories, hopes, dreams, sleepless nights, screaming, pain, sweat, blood and tears behind every corner even with the remodel of the hospital the worst and yes even some of the best of my childhood is contained within these walls. I tred carefully for as has been the theme of the last week I stand on sacred ground.

As I child I feared/loved my doctor and he haunted my steps at times, made me think before I lept. Now he is my attending. A strange change of power….its odd for him too. About half the time he introduces me as his former patient, the other half as a random med student.  He teaches me quite passionately and patiently. he is far more patient with me sitting in the OR or struggling with my sewing than any surgery attending I have ever had. Of course he is. But I am wary with him,  its awkward a lot but it works best when he is teaching me as my attending and not trying to process the oddness of me at 25 grown up, on my own and not his patient.

There are strange moments though where its very hard for me to sit back and play med student.  I scrubbed in on a Cervical fusion today (ha!). The induction took a looooooooooong time. It was a skeletal dysplasia kid, one of my kin.  The neurosurgeon made several jabs about how my doctor’s “population” always took this long.  I bristled, my face was hot. hey buddy, those are my people.  I remember once there was a ENT who made several really unnecessary comments about Chinese  students with a Chinese student sitting right there.   I remember thinking what an idiot for not even noticing the med student was Chinese for crying out loud. But here I was pierre robin in all siting there staring at this highly educated doctor and I realized that he had no clue.

In a way it made me happy. Sometimes I forget that I can do this. Blend in if I am sitting. Later in the case he starts to inquire what a good Southern girl n from such a good school was doing in Delaware.  I told him I was referred here as a child, he looks at me and still doesn’t see it. Finally my doctor rescues him, she has Kniest…she is just tall.

Good for her, neurosurgeon says

Not good for her orthopod says

Honestly its all I have known I am neutral on it at the worst, I say really not wanting to debate my perspective on losing/winning the genetic lottery for the whole OR.

then they go talking about how people with conditions go into what they know.

I was glad more than anything that the secret was out I felt so much more at home among my people than I did in the blue scrubs.