Sunday, June 18, 2006


I found a quiet spot in the hospital ward away from the general morning commotion of the central nursing station, and sat down to write my progress note in the chart. It's amazing how a little piece and quiet can help gather one's thoughts.

As I sat there, trying to think of how I can help Patiet V get better, a nurse approached me.

Nurse: Uh, are you Dr. Hernandez?

[confused awkward silence]

Me: [Slowly turning to face her in disbelief] Do I look Mexican to you?