Meet Me Halfway

Strange noises I hear, yet I familiar with. Beep, Beep, Beep. Muffled voices. I hear someone say, nurse we need a new IV and reduce dosage. She’s coming out of the coma. ‘What the hell’…I struggle to open my eyes. There are dim lights, curtains are closed. I hear a chair being slid over the floor.

Well hello Alli, good morning. This is Dr. Emily Matson. You are in Amsterdam Hospital. You were admitted last night. Do you remember anything? Do you remember you work here? Your residency was 4 years but you accepted the position to be an attending physician…remember your party?

“yes. I have a splitting headache. What happened?” as I said trying to sit up, my mouth is like a cotton ball so dry. “wait a moment, the we will raise the bed a bit to a small sitting position.” The Dr Watson stated as the nurse came to the side of the bed and pushed the bottom on the hospital bed just a bit and adjusted my pillows.

My name is Allison Stark, Alli for short. This is my first year being an attending physician her at Amsterdam Hospital in New York. I had graduated high school two years early, applied to undergraduate college to study medicine. I had options to be a pharmacist or go one to medical school. I pushed myself in all subjects. I was the youngest in my class at 19. I had to prove to myself I can do anything. Not being very tall at 5’4” ambered-colored eyes. My grandmother used to tease me when I was younger saying I had “evil devil eyes” or “having supernatural powers”. We’re supposed to make the best lovers. I guess if I was married or had a boyfriend. I have long brunette hair I usually keep in a messy bun. Don’t know anything about make-up. Always in scrubs, But I love it. I’m pretty much healthy fit, not a body builder or anything. I have curves in all the right places. When I have time, I go to yoga classes here at the lower level of the hospital.

I entered medical school, thinking 8 years and hopefully make my residency in New York. I loved New York. The people, the weather, the traffic, everything. And best treat once a month I stop at Grays Papaya Hot Dogs for a chili cheese dog. Oh. My. God. The. Best. Hot Dogs ever! Someone always said you can pick a spot to sit down on a bench or a step and the city would go by or some crap like that. I just love winters. If you are ever there, Rockefeller Center is the place to be. It reminds me of when my parents were alive. Mom, dad, grandma and grandpa used to make the special trip there during Christmas time. Shopping, dining and of course, the walk at Rockefeller Center. Special relationships with family and friends.

Some of my thoughts used to be actually having a relationship that would last more than two dates, but who was I kidding. I only had a one-track mind ‘be the best I can be, no one will stop me’. My grandmother used to tell me that on Saturdays when I did my laundry at her home in Highlands Town across the Hudson. I lost my parents in a car accident when I was 12 and went to live with my grandmother. Going back to her house just about every weekend for home cooked food.

Well, it was a good drive up there to clear your mind. Only thing was the jerk, Robert Sanchez, came to my mind whenever I crossed over to “West Point” side. I was with him during junior and senior years in high school. Not to mention 1 year of undergraduate college. Until I walked in his parents home and found out I was not the only one he was “loving”. I hated myself for freezing and standing there like an idiot, thinking he would jump up and say I’m sorry I made a mistake. Instead, he smiled and said “oh, you’re early”. I stared at him and instantly replied “nope! right on time…and have a good life” on my way out the door. I cursed myself for not seeing it sooner. “Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass. Couldn’t believe it, yeah right. Asshole, I wasted time and money on this rich kid.

Thinking of the song…

I don't always wake up in the mornin'

Pour myself a strong one

Aw, but when I get lonely I do

Your memory gets to burnin'

Lean back on the bourbon

Sure as hell can't keep leanin' on you

Looks like I'm learnin' the hard way again

It's all my fault, yeah, I dropped the ball

You're gone, and I'm gone three sheets to the wind

Thinkin' 'bout all

I've wasted on you

All of this time and all of this money

All of these sorrys' I don't owe you honey