Lethal Remedy by Richard Mabry
Authors: Richard Mabry
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an Assistant Professor in Internal Medicine."
"Wonderful. Then we'll be colleagues. I'm retired, but I'll be joining the faculty part-time, working in the General Internal Medicine clinic."
"That's where I spend most of my time. And I look forward to working with you."
As she watched Ramsey's retreat down the hall, Sara was transported back to her senior year in medical school, to a time when she sat in Ramsey's private office and cried until she thought there couldn't possibly be any more tears in the world.
"I didn't get the residency I wanted," she snuffled. "I thought my interview in New York went really well. My grades are top 10 percent of the class. My letters of recommendation were perfect. Why didn't I get it?"
Ramsey had leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers. "Sara, you matched here at Parkland. That's a fantastic internal medicine residency, and I suspect there are about a hundred medical students who'd give their right arm for the opportunity you now have."
"But I had my heart set on Mount Sinai. That's where Brett's going to do his surgery residency. We had it all planned out."
"If you and Brett are really in love, you'll make the longdistance relationship work. If not, this is the way you'll find out." Ramsey leaned forward across his desk. "God has a plan. It may not always be the one we have in mind, and generally it's not on our schedule, but He's in control."
He'd been right, of course. It had taken Brett six months to become engaged to a socialite in New York, and Sara had met and married Jack halfway through her residency. Now her old mentor would be working with her, and at a time when it appeared that she might need some support. Funny how things work out. Just like you said, Dr. Ramsey. Just like you said.
John Ramsey tried to concentrate on what Kim was saying, but his mind wandered. The office he sat in was a marked contrast to the one occupied by Dr. Schaeffer. If the administrator worked in such a small, plain space, why did the Chairman have an office big enough to garage a fleet of cars? John had always pictured working at the medical school as something that was first class all the way. Apparently, that condition was sort of like the spring showers in North Texas—present in one spot and absent in another. And he suspected that the staff sometimes resided in the dry area.
The salary on the sheet Kim handed John was decent, although nothing like what he'd made in private practice. On the one hand, he had no overhead, no personnel decisions. Of course, neither did he have benefits— not as a part-time faculty member—but that could change. He found himself wondering if this would morph into a full-time position. What was it Schaeffer said? "If it works for both of us." In other words, it's a two-way street, brother, and if you don't produce, I'll hire someone else. Welcome to academia.
Kim paused, apparently through with what John had already decided was a canned presentation memorized through many repetitions. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Any questions?"
He'd tuned out most of her spiel, but John figured he hadn't missed anything that wasn't in the packet she'd given him. "Not right now, but I'll call you if I think of any." He got to his feet. "Would it be okay if I wander over to the General Internal Medicine clinic and get the lay of the land?"
"Sure. I'll take you over to GIM and introduce you. Just remember that you can't participate in patient care until we get the last of your paperwork approved."
In the clinic, Kim sought out a middle-aged blonde in nurse's scrubs. "Gloria, this is Dr. John Ramsey. Dr. Ramsey, this is Gloria, our head nurse." And with that, she hurried off.
Gloria's smile lit up the hallway. "We're looking forward to having you with us, Dr. Ramsey. I don't know who'll be assigned as your nurse, but for now, if you need anything, just ask me."
"Thanks. Today I'd just like to see how the clinic is laid out, so I don't get
"Wonderful. Then we'll be colleagues. I'm retired, but I'll be joining the faculty part-time, working in the General Internal Medicine clinic."
"That's where I spend most of my time. And I look forward to working with you."
As she watched Ramsey's retreat down the hall, Sara was transported back to her senior year in medical school, to a time when she sat in Ramsey's private office and cried until she thought there couldn't possibly be any more tears in the world.
"I didn't get the residency I wanted," she snuffled. "I thought my interview in New York went really well. My grades are top 10 percent of the class. My letters of recommendation were perfect. Why didn't I get it?"
Ramsey had leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers. "Sara, you matched here at Parkland. That's a fantastic internal medicine residency, and I suspect there are about a hundred medical students who'd give their right arm for the opportunity you now have."
"But I had my heart set on Mount Sinai. That's where Brett's going to do his surgery residency. We had it all planned out."
"If you and Brett are really in love, you'll make the longdistance relationship work. If not, this is the way you'll find out." Ramsey leaned forward across his desk. "God has a plan. It may not always be the one we have in mind, and generally it's not on our schedule, but He's in control."
He'd been right, of course. It had taken Brett six months to become engaged to a socialite in New York, and Sara had met and married Jack halfway through her residency. Now her old mentor would be working with her, and at a time when it appeared that she might need some support. Funny how things work out. Just like you said, Dr. Ramsey. Just like you said.
John Ramsey tried to concentrate on what Kim was saying, but his mind wandered. The office he sat in was a marked contrast to the one occupied by Dr. Schaeffer. If the administrator worked in such a small, plain space, why did the Chairman have an office big enough to garage a fleet of cars? John had always pictured working at the medical school as something that was first class all the way. Apparently, that condition was sort of like the spring showers in North Texas—present in one spot and absent in another. And he suspected that the staff sometimes resided in the dry area.
The salary on the sheet Kim handed John was decent, although nothing like what he'd made in private practice. On the one hand, he had no overhead, no personnel decisions. Of course, neither did he have benefits— not as a part-time faculty member—but that could change. He found himself wondering if this would morph into a full-time position. What was it Schaeffer said? "If it works for both of us." In other words, it's a two-way street, brother, and if you don't produce, I'll hire someone else. Welcome to academia.
Kim paused, apparently through with what John had already decided was a canned presentation memorized through many repetitions. She looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Any questions?"
He'd tuned out most of her spiel, but John figured he hadn't missed anything that wasn't in the packet she'd given him. "Not right now, but I'll call you if I think of any." He got to his feet. "Would it be okay if I wander over to the General Internal Medicine clinic and get the lay of the land?"
"Sure. I'll take you over to GIM and introduce you. Just remember that you can't participate in patient care until we get the last of your paperwork approved."
In the clinic, Kim sought out a middle-aged blonde in nurse's scrubs. "Gloria, this is Dr. John Ramsey. Dr. Ramsey, this is Gloria, our head nurse." And with that, she hurried off.
Gloria's smile lit up the hallway. "We're looking forward to having you with us, Dr. Ramsey. I don't know who'll be assigned as your nurse, but for now, if you need anything, just ask me."
"Thanks. Today I'd just like to see how the clinic is laid out, so I don't get
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