Train in Vein

Private Parts

A couple weeks ago I had a chance to run out and get a soda between cases. Dollar in hand, I passed by a guy in scrubs sitting in the hallway to the waiting area. He was mid conversation, and I heard (loudly):

“Listen, I am no longer your boyfriend.” He was speaking in a dramatic and forceful tone.

I’m won’t lie – I tried to mosey on by prettttttty slowly toward the soda machine. I mean, who wouldn’t be intrigued by such a heated and public conversation? That dramatic sentence? Please. Well, I was indirectly in luck, because a measly can of soda turned out to be a dollar and twenty-five cents (I won’t even get into this, but do take note – outrageous). I ended up having to walk past him three more times in going back for a quarter, returning to the machine, and going back to the OR. Again, I moseyed. More snippets of the convo ensued…

“You came around looking all beautiful and hot.”

“You can’t expect me to do these things for you, I’m not with you.”

I was stunned at this seemingly normal and “together” guy, sporting uniform hospital scrubs (complete with an ID badge), carrying on about private things in public. I mean, kind of a blow to the confidence of our patients’ families to see a professional in his half of a spat right there in the lobby. Just carrying on. Not to mention my level of confusion… I mean, is it his crazy ex on the phone, or is he nuts? Or both? Or does love and lost love make us all just lose it? What happened???

I cracked open my deee-licious Diet Coke (interestingly, in private – I don’t want patients to see me drinking caffeine because I don’t want them to think I am tired and worry), and I got to thinking. Did he want people to hear this conversation, so we know he is in demand or something? Does he just not care? Beyond his story, what makes a person have such a talk right there in the middle of a public area? Do we care about privacy anymore? Have the internet and cell phones done away with our desire to keep things to ourselves? Are we all just so used to watching other peoples’ realities, we assume that they want to see ours? Or maybe with the constant flux of information we just feel invisible?

Anyway, I am thankful for people like this man, because I am a natural born eavesdropper. Big time. I can’t help it. I stare, I listen, I observe… People fascinate me. Obviously. I dedicated my life to medicine and knowledge of the human body. I literally see and touch what is inside of people. But we won’t go down that creepy road. Yeah, that was creepy, wasn’t it? The truth is, I am much more interested in someone’s skin care routine or what their handwriting looks like than I am their liver or spleen. If I could glimpse a stranger’s to do list or daily planner??? Heaven.

So, I don’t exactly know what my point is here. This guy and his ex, I feel bad for them. Breakups are horrid and painful and they make you lose it in public places (Ahem, definitely guilty of that). I also feel sorry for myself that I couldn’t hear her side of the conversation, or the conversation in its entirety. On that note, I feel sorry for myself that I’m not invisible and free to observe people without being the creepiest creep ever! Oh well. Maybe someday.

Thanks for reading. Feel free to enlighten me on what could have been going on here. Or make me feel better by telling me that you can’t help but listen to conversations like that too, okay? Oh and thank you to my darling sister Abbie for the title of this! Haha.

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