Blessedly Boring

I think I’m beginning to bore my doctors. They into my room every day during their rounds, one to three residents followed by an attending perinatologist. One of the residents invariably asks me the “Big 3” questions: Any leaking? Bleeding? Contractions? To which I yawn and say nope, nope, and same as always. Then sometimes one of them will comment on the room décor (depending on whether Jim has hung a new bit of decoration on the wall, or if I have a different stack of books parked nearby), and then they’ll smile, pat my leg encouragingly, and file back out of the room.

Don’t misunderstand me – I don’t expect them to do anything else. I’m not giving them much to work with, after all! They are all exceedingly kind, caring professionals. I look forward to their visits, as I feel like I’ve gotten to know many of them rather well during my stay here. I guess it’s because I am so fond of them that I feel a teensy-weensy bit sad that I’m not more interesting – for their sakes!

Perhaps I’m imagining the glassy look I detect in their eyes when they enter the room. Maybe they’re thrilled that they can count on at least one uncomplicated case every day. Yet my guess is that they secretly yearn for me to do something unpredictable, something they can cut their medical teeth on…this is a teaching hospital, after all. They want to learn how to manage the unmanageable, diagnose the undiagnosable, treat the untreatable! Oh well…I think I gave them enough of an object lesson by going into pre-term labor in the first place. They’ll have plenty of occasions in their future practices where they can play medical detective. I’m happy to be an open-and-shut case. Let’s just pray I can stay “shut” for another month or so…!