Dr. R_____ was standing in the corridor as I stepped off the elevator. He wore the omnipresent white coat with the stethoscope around his neck. He was looking at the nurse’s station, telling a funny story to the nurses and pointing off at nothing, and he was laughing.
I know a doctor’s job is hard and that he needs release. Hell, I’d seen M*A*S*H and knew all that business about “they laugh so they may not cry.” Nevertheless, it felt like Dr. R_____ was laughing at me.