I have a funny story for you.
When we were in the ER the other day, the doctor was accompanied by a resident. Froedtert and Children’s Hospital are teaching hospitals, so it’s not uncommon to see student doctors shadowing doctors who have been around the block a few more times.
Anyway, this student doctor had a noticeable english accent. He introduced himself as David, and Namine, who was sitting on her hospital bed drawing, looked up at him. It usually takes a while to get her to pay attention to doctors, but not this time.
She smiled at him. “Hi, David.” I turned my attention away from Namine, who had begun to talk rapidly, back to the other doctor. Jessica and I had no idea why Namine was in pain. At this point she was hiding it from the doctors, but she did not deny it when it was just the three of us.
Of course Namine was eventually discharged; the doctor in charge determined that it must be either constipation or a virus of some kind, so no tests were done. But as they were leaving, Namine waved — but only to one of them. “Goodbye, David,” she called. She rested her chin in her hand, looking dreamily out the window.