internal_medicine raze sonny's been a nurse for almost as long as i've been alive. he told a story about one ancient bedridden woman who was always pressing the call button. no one would check on her. they thought she was a nuisance. one day sonny asked her what the problem was. all she wanted was a glass of water. the other nurses don't like muffins. they love boston cream and double chocolate donuts, though they'll tell you they hate those too. sonny bought them a dozen of each. they wrapped their gratitude in feigned indifference and said they wouldn't touch the treats. both boxes were empty by the day's end. there's a doctor in the hospital who's from another_country. most of the staff members keep him at arm's length. call it referred racism. sonny found out what his favourite drink was. he got him a bottle. "why would you do this for me?" the doctor asked him. "because i respect you," sonny said. "and i think you're an excellent doctor of internal medicine." the doctor wrote something on a slip of paper and pressed it into sonny's palm. "this is my cell number," he said. "if you ever have a patient who needs to be seen right away, you call me." the stomach might not always offer an undisturbed portal to the heart. but as points of entry go, you could do worse. 230404 what's it to you? who go blather from