Shadow & Light Series
Enroute to Jasper, Arkansas
Love Letter to the City of Boston
August 31, 2016
BOSTON, you’ve been good to me.
I arrived here in an ambulance, nine years ago in the middle of the night, as soon as a bed at Brigham and Women’s Hospital became available.
In the ambulance I was manic with denial. I remember being wheeled in on a gurney and thinking the hospital resembled a mall. Two eager residents met me in that shiny lobby, admired the flowers I clung to from my short-lived Cape Cod summer romance, then wheeled me to the elevator.
I arrived with an infection, I joked, “from a bikini wax gone wrong.” I didn’t realize how teaching hospitals work and didn’t know I could resist having all of those fresh-faced male student doctors investigate my infection, which looked ghastly, and was in a sensitive location. Each of them cringed as they peeked underneath the sheet between my knees. I pretended not to be humiliated and wondered when they would develop the poker faces of professionals. For the full letter go here.