It’s creepy. I don’t understand it. Maybe he’s adding more fibre to his diet. Maybe he’s gotten a windfall. Maybe, just maybe, he’s getting laid. Or grew a personality. But whatever the case, Dr Weanus is being nice.
The last few weeks he’s been kind and thoughtful, sweet and forbearing with all the trivial irritations of the Emergency Department. No hissy fits about missing lab results, no yelling, no temper tantrums, no drama.
Even when an antiemetic wasn’t given to his mildly nauseated patient — we were running one of those seemingly endless codes where the patient wouldn’t do this sensible thing and stick to one cardiac rhythm — which normally would cause a complete meltdown and the usual tirade about nursing incompetence, he merely remarked on how the department comes to a standstill during during a code blue.
This is seriously weirding me out.* He needs to stop.
*That he is engaging in some sort of warped, bizarre psychological warfare with the Emergency staff has also occurred to me.