Ajay and Camille had not finished receiving hand off report from the day Clinical Leaders when Ajay’s beeper went off. They all engaged in a collective eye roll.
“Yup”, said Ajay, returning the page. Camille told Janet and Marjie to leave. Generally by the time they had all finished report things had changed anyway. Stable units were crazy and crazy units were worse.
“I’m working a double, I haven’t had a break and you’ve got a
race riot here, my people and the Filipinos,” said Grace Henderson.
“On my way”, sighed Ajay.
“Mind if I take my break now ?”
“After I settle this.”
Camille glance at her, Ajay waved her off and hustled herself down to the surgical ICU. Grace was settled in with a cup of tea, absently massaging her left hip, watching the dispute.
“Been here thirty seven years, I worry you won’t make it that long,
country time,” offered Grace.
The African American nurses called Ajay “country time”, just to remind her that she never lost the accent, everybody else called her Jay Jay, for reasons she didn’t understand.
“Sometimes, I worry that I will,” returned Ajay,” Hey,
has anybody noticed we have patients int his unit.”
Stacy Harris and three of her colleagues were waving and cussing at Lisa Hernandez
and three Filipinos nurses who were also growling and stamping back. Ajay watched them for a few minutes, arms crossed, humming loudly.
Stacy jabbed a finger at Lisa Hernandez,
“They were all yapping before report
in their damn language, maybe they forgot what country they are in
so damn many of them in this hospital, but she did say mean Niger bitch in
“Lisa, did you?”, asked Ajay.
“Did somebody else?”