"Can you look back in your notes and tell me about his kidney functions?"
"Wait, are you talking to me?" I asked my groggy husband. "What kidney functions? Whose?"
"Of course I'm talking to you. Who else would I be talking to?" he says, "I've looked everywhere in your notes and I just don't see what the cause could be. Why are his kidney's failing?"
"Do you think I'm your intern?" I choke out over a laugh.
"No, No!" he shakes his head a little in confusion and then buries it under the pillow, "Look why are you laughing? Is this too difficult for you to understand? Your notes, where are your note? Kidney functions, failing, notes, sleep,..." and then nothing.
This happens all the time when Dr. J comes off a 30 hour shift. He'll take these brief naps and then when I come in to ask him about something he'll seem totally engaged in the conversation and then I'll get this. Total medical dream la, la land. I've come to the conclusion that even in his dreams Dr. J is rounding, forever rounding and as of this year grilling interns. Meanwhile in my dreams I'm making out with Matt Damon, because my other option is to do laundry, and personally I think I already do too much of that awake. Who do you think has the better end of that one :)