Too Much Information.

The beige phone rings. The Resident cocks an eyebrow at the phone before picking up the receiver.

Resident: Hello?

Attending: Hi, this is The Attending.

Resident: Oh! Thanks for calling back. I had paged you about a patient because The Other Attending hadn’t called back when I paged him, but he eventually did… so I’ve already run the patient by him.

Attending: I’m sorry that I didn’t call back sooner.

Resident: It’s okay—it hasn’t been that long, anyway.

Attending: You see, I was in a dressing room when you paged and I didn’t want to call you back right then. I thought it might be weird if I was talking with you without any clothes on. (snickering)

Resident pauses. She raises both eyebrows, an expression of surprise on her face, before snickering herself.

Resident: (dryly) Thank you for your thoughtfulness.

Attending: (embarrassed laughter) No problem. Sorry I didn’t call back sooner.

Resident: It’s okay.

Attending: (serious) So you don’t need me right now?

Resident: No, not now. But I may call you later.

Attending: Okay. Call anytime.

Resident: Thanks.

The Resident hangs up the phone. She shakes her head and smirks.


28 Jan 2008 |



2 comments »


It’s interesting what people like to share sometimes…
By the way, yay for the frequent posts!

Comment by Jane | 29 Jan 2008 @ 7:27am



Hmmmmm….

Comment by Don | 29 Jan 2008 @ 8:09am




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