Mohabbot Blurb | Voicemails
“Hey, Mohan. It’s Abbot. Uh… I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay. You don’t have to call back. I know after shifts like today the last thing you probably want to do is talk about it.”
“I keep thinking about the pigtail catheter. You did good. I know I told you that already, but I figured it was worth saying again.”
“I know you’re probably going to replay today in your head. Every patient, every call you made, everything you wish had gone differently. Try not to let yourself get stuck there.”
“Shifts like this one tend to stick with you. I’ve learned that the hard way. Just don’t mistake carrying today with failing because you didn’t. You showed up when people needed you. That’s what matters.”
“You’re a hell of a doctor, Mohan. And if your brain won’t shut off tonight, or you need somebody who understands what today felt like… I’m probably awake.”
“Try to get some sleep. Goodnight.”
“It’s Jack. Just wanted to check in and see if your DKA patient got the bag of med supplies.”
“My shoulder’s doing better, by the way. You did a nice job with it. Thanks for not making a thing out of it. I really need to consider a different hobby. I heard pickleball is fun.”
“Anyway. I hope you got to enjoy at least a little bit of the holiday. Maybe watch some fireworks. Or don’t. They’re kind of overrated.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”
“Hey. Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong.”
“I was reading, which, before you say anything, yes, I know. Riveting way to spend an afternoon off. Better than getting myself shot at, though.”
“There was a paper in JAMA about delays in care. I emailed it to you. Not because I expect you to read it tonight or anything. I’m sure you’re busy. It just reminded me of that conversation we had after that septic shock patient last month. I was curious what you’d think. You always catch things everyone else misses.”
“So… Read it. Or don’t. But if you do… Humor me. I’d like to hear what you think.”
“Anyway. No rush. Call me whenever you’ve read it. Have a good rest of your shift.”
“Afternoon. I know today’s your last shift as a resident, and well, I figured I’d call quick before you get busy.”
“I just wanted to say congratulations. You’ve earned this. I’ve watched you grow into one of the best emergency physicians I’ve worked with.”
“I know if someone I cared about came through those ambulance doors… I’d want you taking care of them. I don’t say that lightly.”
“I had this whole speech planned in my head. It sounded a lot better. Guess that’s why I went into medicine instead of public speaking.”
“I know everyone’s meeting tonight for drinks. I’m going to try to stop by if I can. It wouldn’t feel right missing your last night.”
“Congratulations again, Doc. I’m proud of you.”
“Morning. Before you panic… Yes, I’m well aware that it is six in the morning. You’re probably awake anyway. First day and all.”
“Attending Samira Mohan. It has a nice ring to it.”
“I just wanted to wish you luck. Not that you’ll need it. You’re going to do amazing. They’re lucky to have you. Even if I’m still a little annoyed they stole you from us.”
“Remember to trust your instincts. They’ve served you pretty well so far.”
“Call me after your shift. I’d like to hear how it went. And if they give you too hard a time, I know where they park.”
“Go knock ’em dead, Doc.”
“Morning, sweetheart. I almost said ‘Dr. Mohan.’ Force of habit, I guess. I woke up about ten minutes after you left.”
“I miss you already. Feels a little ridiculous considering you’ve only been gone an hour.”
“Anyway. Go save some lives. Be brilliant. Try to remember to eat lunch before three in the afternoon. Drink some water too.”
“I was thinking I’ll order from that place you like tonight and we can watch a movie or something.”
“I’ll see you tonight, Samira.”
