Friday, October 13th 2017
Here we go for my second training day at Boston Children’s Hospital! Today I have the honor, joy and pleasure of following “Doctors” Mal Adjusted and Gone Golfin’.
My newly joining the team causes them to count how many years they have been doing this job and the answer is -collectively- 41!!!
And we’re off. First up, party time at the Reception Desk!
(Don’t ask me what department this is. Thankfully I am not expected to know my own way around this unbelievable labyrinth for quite some time.)
OKAY! We’re gonna
clown real quiet now!
The question is also, who will let them IN?
Here Dr.s Mal & Gone Golfin are invited into a room in which they clown around and then naturally cannot properly operate the door on the way out. Finally Mal backs away VERY gently, closing it ever-so-tenderly so as to avoid getting hit in the face with it A-GAIN.
This day also took some interesting turns in that;
- A patient’s mother couldn’t find the LAUNDRY ROOM, but luckily bumped into these two clowns who provided her and her son a merry escort all the way.
2. I got to say hi to one of our esteemed colleagues in Child Life Services over in the E.D. (Emergecy Department). She is in fact so esteemed that one of our team *married* her… something like 14 years ago!
3. By far the most bizarre turn happened after the hospital could not furnish me with a *badge* on account of some of my own medical records have not been processed. This prompted a trip over to the “Occ. Health” department, in a whole different building.
A solitary clown diffuses administrative ennui by solemnly bouncing his red nose off the back of a smiley face ukulele…
Suddenly I am required to switch into Death-con 5 Mode when the lovely Occ. Health administrator invites me to remotely access my own medical records online, capture screen shots of every vaccination record I have and send them to her in an email right then and there. I’m like, “DO WHAT!”
After a couple failed attempts I’m about to give up when Brian (Gone Golfin’s secret alter-ego) encourages me again, and together we figure it out. I’m feeling guilty about holding up these clowns -my friends- from patients who deserve their attention, but they remind me this is important too. “Look at me,” I’m told, “It’s OKAY.”
Seriously. How can I stay stressed out looking at these faces??
What fine frigging human beings I am privileged to be joining, is all I have to say about that.
Back to work:
Then lots more stuff happened.
And that’s how you do that!
Thank you Mal and Gone Golfin! I am gonna love it here!!!