poured out before bed
“Did…did you just slap me?!”
I look down at my hand, stopped mid-gesture, at his hand, lying nonchalantly across his lap, then up again at the piercing, pimping eyes of the attending.
“Did you just say that one would use Drug X in the treatment of Disease Y?” comes his incredulous reply.
“Well, yes, in the case of comorbid Disease Z…I’m sorry, but did you just slap my hand?”
His eyes widen menacingly, his thin lips touched by a slight smile, and he shakes his head as one would in the chiding of a small, naughty child.
“We are talking ONLY of Disease Y. Keep to Disease Y in your answers, please,” he adjusts himself demonstratively in his chair, switches the position of his crossed legs.
“Keep your hands to yourself in our interactions, please.” I lean forward, my voice level.
We begin a staring contest that ends when he bores of me and turns to verbally abuse the resident.
A) This would never have happened were I a male medical student. And B) this will be brought to the attention of the clerkship director, forthwith.
Endocrine Score Card
* Mullberry – 100
* Unbelievably boring endocrine rounds with unfathomably up-tight and often positively unengageable attending – 100
Tie game, but most recent play sent to official for review…