“Come on, bring it on!
Come on, bring it on!” the little girl chanted repeatedly behind the
drawn curtain in the preop holding area.
I pulled the curtain back and peered in to see my young patient in the
bed, happy as a lark, her mother sitting next to her trying to contain her laughter. Other patients and staff members giggled as
they passed by, hearing this mantra from a 3-year-old about to have surgery.
Ah, the joys of childhood.
This young lady apparently had no fear of the upcoming surgery. Of course, that touch of versed may have had
an effect, but heck, I’ll take anything that comes to make me laugh and
brighten my day.
In the oft demanding environment of medicine and surgery, it
behooves us to find a lighter, funnier side within the pervasive seriousness of
our profession. Yet humor is virtually
everywhere, embedded in our lives whether in our workplace or outside it, and I
daresay the more serious the circumstances, the more needed is the humor.
Sometimes you must look carefully with a clear and
nonjudgmental mind, sometimes it will present itself smack dab in the middle of
your workday, but despite location and circumstance, there is a funny side to
things all around us.
“Hurry up, dear” the mother of a 5 year-old boy said as he
was making the hard decision of what to choose from the prize box in our
office. “I’m going to leave without
you,” she chided, slowly making her way down the hall toward the reception
area.
“Wait, wait!” he cried as he quickly grabbed a multicolored
“bouncy-ball” and ran down the hall.
“Wait for me!” he shouted.
“They (meaning me and my office staff) might take me away and take me
to…to…college!”
Kids. What can you
say? The funny stuff sometimes comes
just as it is, in obvious, spontaneous bouts of unforgettable expressions or
behavior. The innocence of childhood is
a prime breeding ground.
Yet adults can be a great source of humor as well. Sometimes an event shocks you to your core,
not as a sudden piece of happenstance, but as a developing, insidious chain of
events as occurred one day while a patient was arising from anesthesia after
surgery.
She was in that transition between wakefulness and sleep
when she shouted, “I need two mikes!
Give me two mikes!”
The nurses and anesthesiologist looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and kept silent since
I had not a clue as to what she was asking.
“Is she in the medical profession?” someone asked.
“No,” I replied. “I
think she’s a school teacher.”
“Is she asking for two mics (micrograms) of fentanyl?” someone asked.
“That’s too low a dose,” replied the anesthesiologist.
“Two mikes!” she shouted again, eyes still closed but
obviously breathing and stable and not in acute distress.
So the anesthesiologist, in his infinite wisdom, asked the
question, “What…do…you…mean…by…two…mikes?” spoken slowly, word for word in an
elevated voice.
“Two mikes! A mikey
sandwich!”
“Whaaat…is…a…miiikeeey…saaandwich?” he continued his
questioning. None of us had a clue where
this conversation was going.
“You know…a Mikey sandwich…one Mike in front and the other
behind! Heh, heh,” she laughed, eyes
still closed, in a post-anesthesia daze.
We all stared at one another in shock but nonetheless
sporting goofy smiles. One nurse then
said, “Well, she must know two guys named Mike.
Lucky gal.”
Though seemingly trivial in the moment, such events still
make us smile in retrospect. Upon
reflection long after, they take on greater meaning, even reveal some truths,
and remind us to savor these moments and absorb ourselves in the humor and
absurdity and beauty in the commonplace all around us, each and every day.
So look for it. Humor
is everywhere. Sometimes it’s an
obvious, slap-in-the-face circumstance or a quieter, more subtle presence
requiring a mind tuned to the present-moment to appreciate it. It forces one to step back and see things
from a more overarching perspective, releasing us, albeit temporarily, from thinking
too much about ourselves. Often it
merely takes the right frame of mind, the proper attitude to sift through the
ordinariness of our daily lives to find those moments, which contain in essence
bits of meaning and truth. And it is circumstances
as these, often short and sweet, that can turn a potentially horrendous day
into a good one.
©Randall S. Fong, M.D.
I totally agree about the power of humor in medicine. (I just read your post about this on www.kevinmd.com.)I include some funny anecdotes in my books, "What Patients Want: Anecdotes and Advice," and, "My Mother Has Alzheimer's and My Dog Has Tapeworms: A Caregiver's Tale." One of these anecdotes was when my mom (with Alzheimer's) wanted to tell someone that she pounded the pavement, looking for a job in NY after college, (as an accountant), but what she said was, "I walked the streets of NY, if you know what I mean." My mom might have been a sweet talker, but she wasn't a street walker." Sometimes when you're faced with an illness, you have to look for humor, and other times, the humor just comes to you. R. Lynn Barnett
ReplyDeleteI appears we look at circumstances and situations in a similar manner. Thanks for sharing your mother's story!
ReplyDeleteYears ago I needed hernia surgery. It was scheduled on St Patrick’s Day and my surgeon was Irish. My son, being artistic, painted a large green shamrock on my belly. Was that a belly laugh?
ReplyDeleteIt very well may be!
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