I should tell you all first–and this will shock some of you–I am not easy to work for.
I admit it. I demand a lot of myself AND my staff. Unlike many before him, Tom has kept up with, tolerated, and at times, bold facedly (it is a word) challenged me (AKA “She.”) This will be his 6th year with me.
It surprises some folks that we have flipped stereotypical gender roles around in my office—”She” is boss. Tom is nurse. But, it works…as in REALLY works. Patients love Tom. He keeps me grounded. And, we laugh…a lot.
A few weeks ago, Tom saw me fumbling with some big boxes I wanted to get into my car for the move. Being the gentleman that he is, he offered to carry them out to my car while I gathered my mountains of other stuff. Hours later, I got to the new office–final destination of said boxes—only to find my trunk empty. It turns out many of our patients drive black Volvo SUVs and one such patient is the lucky owner of two gigantic medical waste boxes and an armful of red biohazard bags. He will not live that one down for a long long time.
Yesterday, at the end of a long work week, I found myself laughing alone about an anectode Tom shared with me about his boys.
The night before last, his two teenage boys went out for the evening leaving behind several spent soda cans on the coffee table. Tom, being the well-groomed neatnik that he is, decided to trim his toe nails while relaxing in his empty family room. Recall he is a neatnik. One thing neatnik’s DON’T do is let toenail clippings fly indiscriminately around. So, Tom made great use of the empty cans and dropped toenail clippings neatly into one.
Hours later, his son is witnessed gagging, choking and “throwing up a little.” Apparently, when the boys returned, they were thirsty. Why let the last drops of the afternoon’s soda go to waste? You guessed it—JK slugged warm, flat soda with a side of his Dad’s toenails.
On any given workday, I may get –let’s just say—worked up. It could be about anything. Two people are capable of settling me down when I am in such a state: Chris and Tom. Tom thinks nothing of looking over the counter at me and simply say “Bring it down–K?”
He keeps me moving and on time. He has patients ask for him by name when there is an issue with a medication or if they are sure “HE is the only one that can get my veins!”
Several months ago, I heard from a patient that she had chosen to leave my practice because she wanted an “all female team—including NURSES.” Being the FB addict I am, I immediately posted a question about people’s thoughts on the matter of a male nurse. The results? A whopping 129 comments virtually ALL in support of male nurses in general and Tom in specific. It is one of the most responded to FB posts to date.
He keeps me grounded, keeps the office humming, keeps us all laughing but most importantly, he makes our patients feel at home.
Obviously, I am biased. But, what do you all think? Would a male nurse affect your choice of doctor one way or another?