Notes from a call (or how I looked for love among thermometers)

Today I had a patient who seriously thought he was having a heart attack. But he... ate too much watermelon. And he stood in front of me, pale, excited, and said: "Doctor, I feel like my heart is broken."
I couldn't resist and answered: "Then welcome to the club."

We doctors know how to joke even on the verge of exhaustion. Because if you don't laugh, all that's left is to stitch up your nerves. But sometimes, between IVs and calls, you want more than just tea from vending machines and urgent calls from the dispatcher... But something warm and real. For example, a dialogue with a man who is not afraid to hear the word "on duty" more often than "day off."

And you know, if you’re reading this and you’re not afraid of doctors (or at least injections), then maybe I should give you a prescription… for a meeting with me?