Mullberry Whine

poured out before bed

I Don’t Think So

I glance at my watch as I lock the car door and step toward the parking structure stairs.  It is 7:30, leaving me 15 minutes to find the St Elsewhere conference room hosting my small group internal medicine case discussion.  Of the 7 hospitals in the medical school collaborative, St Elsewhere is the smallest and the only one I’ve yet to enter in my educational career; I have a general idea of where I need to be this am, but know precious little about the facility itself.  It certainly looks uncomplicated from the outside, though – a perfect brick square, with two brightly lit entrances marked “Hospital” and “Emergency.”  At the illumination of the little green man, I begin walking toward the entrance marked  “Hospital.”

I am halfway across the street when a beat-up maroon car pulls up to the stop light.  A head appears outside the driver side window.

“Ma’am!  Hey ma’am!”

I step toward the car uncertainly.

“Hey, I’ve seen you around here before.  Can you tell me how to find Dr. Jones’ office?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know this hospital well.  I know visitor parking is in there and I’m sure there’s an information desk at this entrance, but I can’t tell you much else. Sorry!”

I smile apologetically and continue walking.

Without pause there comes a, “Well can you help me?”

I stop again, eyeing the still-green little light man across the street.  “I’m sorry?”

The greasy looking middle aged man shrugs and points to the passenger seat.  “Look, why don’t you get in and we can find it together?!”

There comes a soft, high-pitched sound somewhere at the back of my cranium, a flutter in my chest.

“Um…sorry sir, I’ve got a meeting.  Hope you find it.”  I hightail it across the street, racing the little red number count-down that has replaced my green friend.

For the rest of the day I keep my wits well about me as I try to shake that icky, creepy feeling born of encounters of the unabashedly strange.

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2 comments on “I Don’t Think So

  1. life is unabashedly stranger –but it is the strangers we must watch out for

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The views expressed on "Mullberry Whine" are NOT intended to diagnose or treat disease.
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The med-ed related stories described here are based on real events. Details have been changed in accordance with HIPAA de-identification guidelines to protect confidentiality.
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Mullberry Whine can be enjoyed daily; there is no unsafe quantity. Real wine, though, should be enjoyed in moderation. At-Risk Drinking for males under 65 is defined as >14 alcoholic beverages per week or >4/day, with >7 drinks a week or >3/day being the cut-off for females under 65 and for anyone, male or female, who has graced this planet for 65 years for more. Drink Mullberry Whine like there are no consequences. But drink alcohol responsibly. Your friends, your family, your health-care provider, and your liver - heck, ALL of the organs in your body - will thank you.
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