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The most toxic boss I had (so far), sent her eldest daughter to MRSM somewhere in Johor. Her T20 daughter once complained that she’s shocked her classmates don’t know anything about Harry Potter. Also frustrated ‘cause most of them couldn’t converse in English
I was appalled so I said, ‘Memang MRSM untuk anak-anak B40 yang cemerlang pun kan? They wouldn’t have much exposure to Harry Potter’

I think she was taken aback so trying to rationalise that some MRSM need T20 & M40 students for donations & contributions to upkeep the classrooms
I’m not even sure if that is true 🤔

She legit said that MRSM in Johor is the low-tier one so it would be easier for her daughter to be top scorer but it somehow wouldn’t sit well with her #LOL #iseeyou
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#InternReflections, Day 1 of 7*

Him: "Where was medical school?"
Me: "Meharry."
Him: "Oh--wait. Where is Ma-Hahry again?"
Me: "Um. Oh. Meharry? It's in Nashville."
Him: "That's right. I knew a guy who went there. He was nice."
Me: *awkward smile*

*names/details changed Image
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My attending looked to the other intern on my team.

Him: "And Mick--you went to Michigan, right?"
Mick: "Go Blue."
Him: "Don't say that too loud in Ohio!"

*laughter*

Him: "I almost went there. But I knew my parents would disown me so I changed my mind."
Mick: *smiles*
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Him: "Do you know *names of several people at Michigan*?"
Mick: "Oh yeah! *One of the people* retired this year."
Him: "Really? He's one of my heroes."
Mick: "Totally. And *other person I never heard of* was my attending for my sub-I."
Him: "Lucky you."

*knowing nods*
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1/ ICU Rounds ⏰: QUESTION for YOU 👇

An #overdose patient admitted to #ISeeYou (deliberate misspelling) is now safe for transfer to floor. Do you bless triage decision & move on to your next pt? Or is there more to your job this morning?

#MedTwitter #tipsfornewdocs #pulmcc Image
2/fin ICU Rounds:

You have 1 shot in helping this person before his transfer. Was medical tx enough or should it include you 🪑down to listen...To prove it’s an “I SEE 👀 YOU”? How do you know there’s not more you can do unless you sit down &👂?

#medicalstudenttwitter #meded Image
P.S. Often rounds are too busy and we have to keep moving. So I jot down 🖊 a ‘to do’ item on my patient list: “go back” ✅
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A simple case for #Diversity: Patients

I saw a patient once on rounds
Her eyes beautiful and bright
A turquoise hijab framed her face
And twinkled in the light

“Hello, I’m Dr. Manning.”
She offered me a smile
I could tell that she was tired;
The wait had been a while
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“Please call me Amira,”
She sat up tall and said.
Then turned her face to look at me
As I approached the bed.

I listened to her story
And then did an exam
She asked me a few questions
And then we set a plan
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Before I left I saw her tray,
The food had been untouched.
(Unless you count a piece of fruit)
But otherwise not much.

“Amira, you’ve not eaten.
Is everything okay?”
Her mouth opened but then she paused
Deciding what to say
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Email 1

Her: “I hate we had to cancel your visit.”
Me: “Me, too.”

Email 2

Her: “Any chance you’d be open to lecturing virtually?”
Me: “You mean the Grand Rounds lecture? I would.”

Email 3

Her: “What if . . . we made the whole visiting professorship virtual?”

Hmmm.
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What if a pandemic stopped you from going to a long anticipated visiting professorship?

What if a determined #chiefresident reimagined a way for you to still have a meaningful visit—on a virtual platform?

And . . what if your prior experiences allowed you a comparison?
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Admittedly, I was curious. Plus, I love an adventure.

Sharing my experience as a (virtual) visiting professor this week.

Yes, yes y’all. This is the REMIX. . .

You ready?
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#NarrativeintheTimeofCOVID

Red shirt, khaki pants.
Same happy face—even behind the mask.

You: “Dr. Manning! Where you been?”
Me: “I been around!”

*elbow air bump*

You: “This your patient?”
Me: “It is. You coming for her?”
You: “Yeah. But I can wait for you.”
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Me: “You sure?”
You: “Yeah. Go ahead.”
Me: "Awesome."
You: *thumbs up*

Concentrating while donning my PPE. Between each step, I use more hand foam. Then more hand foam. Even when I wasn’t sure because I figured more sanitizer is almost always right.

Yeah.
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I slipped into the room, hands up like that of a surgeon. I greeted my pt--and also the environmental services person cleaning up something in the room.

Yeah.

My pt and I chatted first—about how she was feeling. And also about the weather. (Unseasonably warm that day.)
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Care in the Time of Corona

Him: “Did my test come back yet?”
Me: “Not yet. But should be soon.”
Him: *twists mouth*
Me: “Kind of a bottleneck, sir." *sigh* "I’m so sorry.”

*awkwardly standing near bed in PPE*

Me: “Um. . how do you feel?”
Him: “My body a little better.”
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Him: “Other than that? I feel lonely.”

Wait. Huh?

Me: “Lonely?”
Him: “Yeah. Take a act of congress for somebody to get in here. Can’t have no visitors. And since I ain’t intensive care sick, nobody need to come in as much, you know?”

Hmm.

I hadn’t thought of that.
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Him: “Then when they DO come in and they all business. Stick your finger. Flush your IV. Take your temperature. Then they get the F up out of there.”
Me: *staring at him* “Dang.”
Him: “I be trying to make small talk. Like wait! Don't go!”

He laughed when he said that.
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I was walking into Grady one day after lunch and saw 3 young black men standing outside near the entrance. They were laughing and talking in animated voices. The easy, melodic African American vernacular they used was familiar. Some profanity was interspersed.

I drew closer.
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One was slender with long locs rolled into an afrocentric hipster man-bun. A loc fell to his shoulder and he tucked it behind his ear.

He gave one of his friends a playful punch in the arm. He dropped an f-bomb while laughing.

A passerby grimaced in their direction.
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Another was short and stout with espresso skin. He wore a close-cut fade haircut. He smiled. I could see that his mouth was filled with gleaming gold teeth, striking against his complexion. Both of his ears were pierced with diamond studs.

He caught my eye and gave me a nod.
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There was a code blue on the ground floor. Weird considering no code blue is ever called there.

Wait.

Codes DO happen there. But it never reaches the overhead sirens since almost always it's happening in the emergency dept where everyone is already there and ready.

Weird.
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I was on the tenth floor when I heard it. Typically those nearby run to get to the code. I wasn't near. But I did wonder what it was all about. Grady is busy, though. There's lots that I wonder about.

And then I go on to wondering about something else.

Yeah.
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A few hours had passed. I was checking on one of my patients. The patient in the bed next to his was talking about what he thought had happened.

Neighbor Patient: "Somebody got shot right in front of Grady!"
Me: "Really? Oh my goodness. I hadn't heard that."
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#AmazingGrady, Day 11

"Some type of way"

You'd been so upbeat before. So animated and full of light. Out of breath, yes. But joyful still. I pulled up a chair to sit down and just soak it up.

Today? It was none of that. Just quiet cooperation and a cloak of melancholy.

Hmmm.
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Me: "What's wrong?"
You: *shrug* "I'm okay."
Me: "Really? You seem different. Like you're not okay."
You: *silence*
Me: *silence*

Another shrug.

I slowed my movements and looked for a chair. Perhaps if you didn't feel like I was too busy to listen, you'd share.

Hmmm.
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I didn't like the idea of you holding on to something all by yourself while laying in a hospital bed.

And so. I told you just that.

A tear slipped out of your eye and rolled under your chin. You shook your head hard. More tears followed. Hot, mad ones.

Me: "You ok?"
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“Where are your people from? Maybe Mississippi or an island?” - India.Arie

His voice sounded like music. Rolling up and down in these soft, lulling rhythms telling of both his present illness and of lands far away from Georgia.

I had to coach myself not to get lost in it.
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Me: “Okay. Walk me through what happened.”

Him: "Started with a bit of nausea first. The pain in my abdomen and vomiting didn't start until that evening. I'd been in queue at the grocery store. I thank the good Lord that I was able to make it out of those sliding doors."
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Me: “So you vomited as soon as you got outside?"



Him: "Indeed, Dr. Manning. And it was just terrible. I did feel better for a beat but not even 30 minutes later, it returned. Fortunately, I was home by then."

Abdomen.
Queue.
Indeed.
A beat.
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#AmazingGrady, Day 15

Stepped onto the E elevators on a Saturday morning, joining a young man who looked like me. We gave each other a nod.

Him: “Morning, doc. What floor?”
Me: “Good morning, friend. 10, thanks.”
Him: *pushes 10*
Me: “Preciate you.”

*ride in silence*
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Him: “Hey doc? Where you from?”
Me: “Me? I’m from California.”
Him: “No, I meant like, where you FROM FROM.”

*silence*

Usually this kind of thing feels like a microaggression. But this young brother could easily blend into my own family. I decided not to overthink it.
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Me: “Umm. Born in Compton. Raised in Inglewood.” *holds up hand gesture* “West syeeeeeed.”

*laughter*

Him: *squints eyes* “But where your peoples from?”
Me: “Alabama.”
Him: “Alabama? I was thinking you was something else.”
Me: “I say we’re all ’something else.’ ”

*nods*
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I’d never heard of that song before my intern said it. I’d told my team that my birthday was coming. On our long call day, to be exact.

“Your birthday? Oh man! I’ll have to sing you Las Mañanitas, Dr. M!”

Las Mañanitas? I sifted my brain for the song.

Nope. I had nada.
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Alfonso, my intern, was originally from Mexico City. He shared that “Las Mañanitas” is the classic song people sing or play on birthdays in Mexico. Then? He took out his phone, pulled up a YouTube and played it for us.

“This is Happy Birthday where I’m from,” he said.

Yup.
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Alfonso kept his promise and sang (part of) Las Mañanitas on my birthday--1st thing on our morning long call rounds.

Sure did.

That was a while ago. But I always remembered that moment and stuck it on a mental post-it note in the back of my head.

Yup.
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