I enjoy lunch time at work. First of all, food. (Isn't that enough really?)
But I also enjoy chatting with my work colleagues.
Haemorrhoids, constipation, sex (um, no relation to the first two), the Kardashians, vegetables, the gym....
No topic is off limits.
Nothing is taboo.
We laugh at each other, complain about work and the mystery lunch box in the back of the fridge that no one wants to claim.
We play the latest hits by Drake and our homegirl Ri- Ri.
(We even turn on the TV if we've got the time.)
In a job where lunchtime can range from a candy bar between clinic patients to a sketchy gas station sandwich on the way home, it's good sometimes to have a break to de-stress.
I love it.
Where am I going with this?
I want to show that doctors (and nurses) are regular people.
And while we may not be totally disgusted when you describe the colour of your mucus...
THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE ALWAYS WANT TO HEAR ABOUT STUFF LIKE THAT!
I call it Doctorism: when you take advantage of a friend or relative who is a doctor.
Not to be confused with the term related to Dr. Who.
I got the idea after reading an article about singlism.
Doctors may not be discriminated against, like in singlism, but we are certainly taken advantage of.
For example, I don't mind answering medical questions. I love helping people.
But don't call me at 11:30 pm to ask me why your vomit has carrots in it.
First off, all vomit has carrots in it. (I've told you this before).
Secondly, it's 11:30 at NIGHT. I am most likely sleeping (or writing my blog).
And thirdly, as you should know by now, I hate vomit. Never, ever do I actually want to talk about vomit.
Sure, if it's an emergency, CALL ANY TIME.
I am used to being woken up.
BUT, if it's not urgent, call me in morning or send me text later in the day.
I'll be sure to get back to you.
It's not that I don't care. I do. I really do...
Just don't wake me up for random, non-urgent issues.
Don't stop you doctor in the middle of the mall to show her a rash!
That is hella inappropriate.
I don't want to look at rashes while shopping!
I want to look at shoes!
I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR RASH IN PUBLIC!
My point is:
Doctors are human too.
I keep saying this because it it true!
As much as we are willing to help, we can't be call 24hours a day, 7 days a week. (Well, we shouldn't be *cough, cough*).
So before you call up, ask yourself, "Would I want to be woken up with this?"
Before you interrupt my dinner, ask yourself, "Would I want to hear about someone else's diarrhoea while enjoying lobster bisque?"
Take my advice, your friendly neighbourhood doctor will love you for it.