across the thigh of
his scrub pants. That
way, he says, he won’t
forget where he left
his notes. Raque rolls
her eyes so that Williams sees. She teased
him earlier about his
generational grumpiness when it comes
to computerized
note-taking. He still
prefers hand-written
notes stashed in an
inches-thick file.
Doctors quickly
learn one anothers’
shorthand, he says.
The computer demands a more generic style. Raque
shakes her head and
mouths “no.”
4:52 p.m.
The “gall bladder” is finally en route, but it’ll be another 45 minutes
to an hour before the surgery. Time for Williams to refuel with coffee. Time for me to leave. Even though I was able to sit for whole
minutes at a time while Williams operated, my lower back stings Z