I’m getting used to my beeper having multiple 696969s displayed in its memory. They come only on the weekends when I am at the hospital, usually while I’m sleeping in my office, and never when I’m at home or earlier in the day. It’s as if someone is telling me they know my schedule: when I’m at CPEP, and when I go to bed. There is something eerie about getting paged like this. It is intimate, intrusive, and taunting. I am frightened, staring into the darkness, alone in my call-room at three in the morning, contemplating horror-movie scenarios. Who the hell is doing this? Am I supposed to think it’s funny? Could they possibly be thinking it’s sexy and I should be turned on or flattered? Is it Jude or Paul or one of the other AES attendings I flirt with? Or is it someone trying to scare me? Because I am not turned on. I am scared. I start watching my back as I walk around the hospital. I roam the deserted hallways afraid I will bump into a rapist or a barrage of fists as I round the corners.
What do You think about Weekends At Bellevue (2009)?
