We were having a discussion about a patient who was so pathologically happy and cheerful that it was easy to imagine she would be quite at home in a cheerleading uniform or as a TV anchor. We had no idea why she was so cheery, but it bothered us. It annoyed us. It irked us. This speaks much more of the psyche of a resident than it does of the patient. She was lovely.
My attending paused, thoughtful. "Maybe it's because she's Southern. Southern girls are bubbly."
My chief, a beautiful but serious girl stared him down. "I'm Southern. I'm not bubbly."
He had no rebuttal.
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