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The CT scan, as usual, leaves me in poor shape for gastrointestinal reasons I will not go into here. Today, they said I didn't need to change clothes. I could keep the scrubs top, because I am staying at the Rotary House, a hotel connected to and owned by the hospital. I could just return it at the hotel.
This top is a loose fitting shirt they give you for the scan, but is also like those worn by surgeons and other folks at the top of the complex political hierarchy of MD Anderson staff.
Well, it so happens that the Rotary House is in the walking path from the hospital to the staff parking and public transportation. So as I milled about today in jeans with my scrubs top, I was seen by hundreds of hospital employees streaming by. Normally, I am pretty much invisible to them. But today, I was getting eyed over a bit. As the day went on, I noticed it a bit more. The looks were more like awkward glares than curious glances. I ignored it, thinking that I was just being self-conscious with impersonator guilt. Or maybe they thought I was shop-lifting their clothing.
It all became clear in the parking garage tonight. A nurse, whose age and step indicated high status and experience, was walking towards me in a direction closer than comfortable. She reached out, pinched my leg, and reprimanded me "Tsk, tsk, Doctor, you know better than to be wearing jeans!"
Posted by Greg at July 24, 2007 08:36 PM | Comments (7)