It’s a sick sort of popularity contest when the nurses, doctors, phlebotomists, lab techs, X-ray techs, and hospital staff all know you by name and sometimes it’s the only time you get out is to their appointment. Cait explains further…
One of the things I have tried to make a priority in the blog is telling things as they are. That would include the weird and not-so-charming parts being a transplanter and being human.
And….one of the most human things is wanting to be accepted and popular. Maybe it goes back to some anthro-biological survival imperative that acceptance into the cooperative survival unit blah blah blah (you can tell I’ve been reading about prehistory and anthropology lately…for fun…). But, I have to admit, I love showing off just how “in” I am at MGH.
I shouldn’t care. I should be compassionate and humble. I should be anonymous. But, I’m not. I’m human, and I’ve never really belonged anywhere in any kind of popular group. Even my mixed ethnicity means I only half fit in with Indians and Europeans.
But damn, if I don’t feel like the head cheerleader at MGH…
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