We're in a patient's room. All of us-- attending, fellow, intern, nurse, social worker, about 8 of us, with the patient, his wife, his kids--
Attending: "Yeah, so, we have a whole treatment plan set up. Your situation is actually very similar to the guy down the hall-- what's his name?"
Attending: "[Intern], what's that guy's name? The one with the same cancer-- 65, short, bald, what's his name?"
Intern: "Uh, I'm not sure...?"
Attending: "Oh, come on, you know. He has the wife, with the neurological thing..."
Social Worker: "I'm not sure we should be talking about the other patients..."
Attending: "No, just tell me his name. Now it's going to drive me nuts."
Nurse: "Wouldn't it be a violation of HIPAA?"
Attending: "Come on, HIPAA doesn't apply to things like this. What's the patient's name? With the chemotherapy that didn't work. Who we're trying to give a few more months to. He was a dentist, his son is a travel agent-- what is his name?"
Fellow: "I think maybe we should move on."
Attending: "Fine, well, anyway, my college roommate Bob Schlabotnick had what you have, and he's fine now-- under my care-- so I'm hopeful we'll get you there too. He also has herpes, can you believe that? Someone my age."
Fellow: "Okay, let's move along."
Attending: "Dave. Dave Ramirez. That's his name. Originally from Detroit. He's in room 2604, you can compare notes. Feeling a lot of the same things you are, a lot of the same emotions."
Nurse: "I'm gonna go check on something else."
Attending: "See if you can find Ramirez's file on your way out. I had it in my hand, but I don't know what I did with it. Must have left it in another patient's room. See if you can grab it. Thanks."