I was on my last day of three in a row. Usually I try to split my shifts up because three twelve hour shifts are rough on my body. So I was tired, cranky, achy, and I think that probably also brought down some of my filters on what comes out of my mouth.
I was in a patient's room, and his wife asked who their doctor was going to be. I said "Dr. vaguely-ethnic-sounding-name." She said, "Aren't there any American doctors in this hospital?" I said "They're all American doctors." She said "You know what I mean" and I said "Yeah, white" in a not-so-nice tone. I SAID THOSE WORDS. I did not mean to say them out loud. I thought them in my head, but I was also hanging IV antibiotics and my attention was focused on that and so the words that I should have kept inside my head came out. I immediately realized what I said and started talking to the patient about something else. Thankfully the wife either thought that I was agreeing with her, or didn't know what to say back. I went and told my manager what I did just in case the wife complained.
I don't handle blatant racism well. I'm not from the South, but I've lived in East Texas for three years, and they've been three rough years. I had a patient who was a good-ol-boy type who told me in no uncertain terms that he didn't want a specific female doctor back in his room because she was a Muslim and was wearing a scarf on her head. He then went on this huge horrible racist rant which I will not post specifics of. It was the first time I had ever had to deal with anything like that. I mean, I know that there are people who think that way...I have the internet...but it was the first time I had ever seen such hatred in real life...and the whole time he was talking I was thinking "how am I going to tell this doctor (who is a very good doctor) that the patient doesn't want her back in his room?" In the end, I walked out of the room, saw the doctor sitting at the desk, and just started crying. I realize that it was not the most professional choice, but I had to stand and absorb all that hatred on her behalf, and it hurt. Everyone thought that something was wrong with the patient, and when I managed to tell the doctor that the patient was fine, but he didn't want her back in his room because she had a scarf on her head, she started laughing and told me it was fine, she could deal with it. I'm sure that she's experienced that before and is used to it, but it hurts my heart that that is something that she's had to get used to.
I'm tired. I'm just tired of being here. I want to go home. I realize that racism exists everywhere, but I've never experienced it as blatantly as I have here. I'm not even talking about racism against myself, I'm a white woman. I'm talking about seeing it so openly expressed.
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I was on my last day of three in a row. Usually I try to split my shifts up because three twelve hour shifts are rough on my body. So I was tired, cranky, achy, and I think that probably also brought down some of my filters on what comes out of my mouth.
I was in a patient's room, and his wife asked who their doctor was going to be. I said "Dr. vaguely-ethnic-sounding-name." She said, "Aren't there any American doctors in this hospital?" I said "They're all American doctors." She said "You know what I mean" and I said "Yeah, white" in a not-so-nice tone. I SAID THOSE WORDS. I did not mean to say them out loud. I thought them in my head, but I was also hanging IV antibiotics and my attention was focused on that and so the words that I should have kept inside my head came out. I immediately realized what I said and started talking to the patient about something else. Thankfully the wife either thought that I was agreeing with her, or didn't know what to say back. I went and told my manager what I did just in case the wife complained.
I don't handle blatant racism well. I'm not from the South, but I've lived in East Texas for three years, and they've been three rough years. I had a patient who was a good-ol-boy type who told me in no uncertain terms that he didn't want a specific female doctor back in his room because she was a Muslim and was wearing a scarf on her head. He then went on this huge horrible racist rant which I will not post specifics of. It was the first time I had ever had to deal with anything like that. I mean, I know that there are people who think that way...I have the internet...but it was the first time I had ever seen such hatred in real life...and the whole time he was talking I was thinking "how am I going to tell this doctor (who is a very good doctor) that the patient doesn't want her back in his room?" In the end, I walked out of the room, saw the doctor sitting at the desk, and just started crying. I realize that it was not the most professional choice, but I had to stand and absorb all that hatred on her behalf, and it hurt. Everyone thought that something was wrong with the patient, and when I managed to tell the doctor that the patient was fine, but he didn't want her back in his room because she had a scarf on her head, she started laughing and told me it was fine, she could deal with it. I'm sure that she's experienced that before and is used to it, but it hurts my heart that that is something that she's had to get used to.
I'm tired. I'm just tired of being here. I want to go home. I realize that racism exists everywhere, but I've never experienced it as blatantly as I have here. I'm not even talking about racism against myself, I'm a white woman. I'm talking about seeing it so openly expressed.