Tuesday, January 8, 2013

There's no business like show business

One of the attendings on the OB floor at Chicago Hope Hospital enjoys singing...endlessly. Oh, he whistles, too. If I'm tired, cranky, annoyed, cantankerous, or just plain grumpy, it can get on my nerves. More than one of my fellow students shares my sentiment. More than once we have been sitting around the corner from the desk, and the Human Karaoke Machine starts whistling and/or singing (a particular favorite of his during the holiday season was "The Prayer"). After HOURS of this we are grinding our teeth, wishing death, pain, blunt force injury, or just simple layngitis. We have sat there grinding our teeth to a fine powder Shut up! Please shut up! Just willing him to button it for an hour of peace and quiet.

Today reached new lows. Beginning the morning with a selection of his favorites from Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables, and what I think was supposed to be "Send in the Clowns." I wondered how much worse things could become when I was answered. The Human Karaoke Machine started singing "There's No Business Like Show Business." Then, because we just weren't suffering enough, one of the nurses joined it. And then, just to throw some salt in the wound, he starts singing "Besame mucho," and be damned if another doctor doesn't start singing too.


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