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 our frustrations