narrated by: Hadley
I graduated med school last June, and have a fancy MD tacked at the end of my name, but I still have four more years left of residency to be a surgeon. Neil is going to be a General Practitioner, and already has more responsibilities and trust than I do, which is perturbing. I understand that in the end, I will be light years ahead of him, but being treated like I’m ignorant because my residency is longer is asinine.
Dr. Morgan just has never cared for me. Doing my residency where I worked as a teenager is really a disadvantage for me, I was a terror as a teen. All of my ideas are instantly shot down, and Morgan is really dramatic over it that I don’t know why I even bother.
She sticks me with trivial tasks like ordering gauze pads and Tylenol. It isn’t popular when I say that Caroline should be doing these tasks because she is a nurse, but I’m not sorry about it. I’ve spent eight years in school, and will have five years a resident before I’m my own person, and I’ve already outschooled her academically.
When I do get to work with patients though, I am really enjoying it in more ways than I had expected. I mostly wanted to do surgery to have minimal social interactions with patients, but after a day of ordering supplies, I relish the moment to talk with someone that isn’t a coworker.
I’m not technically assigned patients, but I’ve built up a relationship with the Schehl’s, that whenever Peter and Elise are checked in, I’m the one that sees them first. Morgan overlooks every single thing I do, and I have to brief her before I can do anything outside of checking blood pressure and getting urine samples sent to the lab.
In one of their first trimester visits, we realized that I was at EU the same time as Peter, though two grades younger. Since then, I’ve learned just about everything I could, including weighing in on the baby’s nursery scheme, which I sided with Elise on.
I dread seeing her name on the board, but like them, am relieved that they are just shy of their due date. If we needed to, we could take the baby at any moment, and there would only be a minimal chance for complications. Naturally, Morgan wants them to make it to at least 37 weeks, which is still two weeks out.
They want to do what is best for their baby, but they both are just ready for its arrival. If Morgan said they could induce labor this instant instead of trying to stall it, and attempting to keep her blood pressure down, they would sign the papers in a heartbeat.
I think that Elise has more peace with waiting, each day gives Baby Schehl a better chance at no complications, and that’s what we are all hoping for at the end of this ride.
I spend so much of my time at the hospital, that my scrubs feel like my second skin.
When I have to write up my reports, I usually throw on something pretty even if I’m not leaving the apartment. It’s nice to feel feminine, which I never thought mattered so much until I spend my day getting dirty by humans.
I’m still sort of seeing Neil, we never made it official nor gone on a legit date, but it doesn’t stop us from screwing around. It’s nice having someone who gets the schedule, but sometimes I just don’t want to see another doctor or talk shop when I’m at home. Plus even Caroline loves him, and he never shuts up about how nice she is, and such a strong wife and mother on top of being a nurse, and I can’t stomach it.
I had a longer lunch break than usual, and had decided to do some errands before I was needed back for afternoon rounds. I was surprised when I bumped into Chad at the post office. We dated in high school, and I broke his heart at university without much kindness.
We were only nineteen when that all happened, and I’d have to admit the last eight years have aged him nicely. It was mildly awkward talking to him, but when I found out he was some mail tech, I felt my confidence bolt back to it’s soaring heights.
He was at the PO to pick up some packages for his boss, he didn’t even have mailed delivered to himself at work. He never did know what he wanted to do in life, graduating with a useless philosophy major. I hadn’t expected a great legacy from him, but was still disappointed that he hadn’t done better for himself.
When he asked me for lunch though, I couldn’t say no. I don’t pass up situations that make me look amazing, and I was starved.
Unexpectedly, it was a breath of fresh air to talk to someone who didn’t work at South Mercy. He took my side because he didn’t have any other stories befuddling his pretty head. If I talked about a pregnant patient without disclosing names, he didn’t know who it was.
He didn’t spend anytime trying to diagnose them, or suggest treatment plans, or try to undermine my education in anyway. He puckered his brows with concern, and gave me the best lunch of my recent life.
We ended up sneaking back to my apartment, which makes me feel sort of bad about Neil because we are still coupling. But it was like a sweet-candy of nostalgia.
Then we said our goodbyes and I was back at work like it never happened. It felt like just the medicine I needed to refocus on my residency, and play the political game at the hospital.
When I have time off, I try to visit Grandpa out at Northern Moose. He’s spending more time there than ever since Grandma died. He hates being home, and admitted that he feels lonely even though my parents still live there with the boys.
He’s still full of funny stories though, and I love to hear about crazy customers that lack outdoor knowledge but come to buy a tent. He usually suggests they don’t buy a tent, and instead rent a cabin, but most don’t heed his advice. Everyone has to start somewhere I suppose, but Grandpa worries about people up in the Cascade mountains without the experience.
I miss when I used to work here as a teen, I wish that Grandpa would come to visit me more, but he isn’t doing much driving anymore. He says that he mostly just drives to and from work, which is just a few blocks from home, and only when the weather isn’t nice enough for him to walk it.
Unlike my Mom, he never seeks my medical advice, which I appreciate. My Mom will call to divulge really personal information and ask my medical opinion. She usually is asking about Grandpa, but he looks fine whenever I see him, and I think she just feels guilt for hating Grandma my entire life!
I’m trying to not be totally evil towards her, but it doesn’t change that I’m angry at her for hating Grandma. Now she acts torn up like she even cared at all. It’s even worse when she tries sharing memories of Grandma out at the family cabin or her fresh baked fruit pies all summer long, and I just don’t want to hear it, not from her.
I don’t know how Dad even puts up with her, and her fake grieving.
My sister Julia comes by sometimes, and she’s trying to use these psych things to get me to forgive Mom. Now that she’s roommates with Alice, a psych-person-of-sorts, she thinks that she is preening this knowledge from her and is ready to tackle my issues.
Sometimes my roommate, Rosabella betrays me and takes Julia’s side. I barely see my roommate as she is a high school music & art teacher, and apparently that means she has crazy long days like she’s some kind of surgeon in training herself.
I don’t want to make everyone hate me, I’ve busted ass to make relationships, but this ganging up is not cool. It’s made me avoid my sister, and pretty much all of my family except Grandpa, because I can’t take the meddling.
No matter what Julia or her know-it-all roomie, Alice have to say, I don’t think my Mom has the right to grieve my Grandma, and they won’t change my mind.
Notes: Hadley had the ROS for one night stand with highest relation, surprisingly that was Chad. She seemed tuned-in with the ROS, because she had the want to invite him over and woohoo with him, so she was not opposed! They had a stellar date, and then she proceeded to forget about him with her wants, which seems about right. She is still sleeping with Neil too, but that’s mostly ACR and not want-related.
Hadley has really hit it off with Elise and Peter, I don’t think she’ll mind going in for the delivery even if it’s in the middle of the night. She also seems to be a bit more mellow with her anger and hate, so that’s a relief, but she fought with her Mom on the phone and in person, so that still isn’t a warm relationship. Norma was always Hadley’s favorite person in the world, and she has always been rather quick to anger, so I think that is how she grieves. She’s not friends with her Mom, they hover around 40 mark, and I think Leah blames Norma on a lot of her own issues (which are mostly Grant’s fault really), which puts Leah and Hadley on opposite sides.
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