When doctors sleep with the enemy

“I’m going to write a column about dating you and call it ‘Sleeping with the Enemy,’” I announced from my rocking chair.

His rocking stopped. “The enemy?” The rain was falling on the trees in front of my porch and on his parade. “Why am I the enemy?”

“You know, clinicians vs. hospital administrators.”

“Really?” he naively asked. “Why don’t clinicians like us?”

I was surprised he was so in the dark. Before that drizzly night, I never knew how infrequently administrators see