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Just a can of soda

There is a peculiarity in our emergency department: the conspicuous absence of any soda. Water? Orange juice? Even prune juice for those who desire. But not even a single off-brand soda will turn up in the patient nutrition refrigerator. And not for general lack of soda; all other units across eleven floors have cupboards overflowing with stacks of cans. This has found me trudging up and down the hospital floors over the years, seeking out the particular beverages my patients desire. I encourage custom orders at the conclusion of every patient encounter. What brand? What flavor? Regular or diet? But . . . why, my colleagues ask? Why am I always found carrying cans bright red and green seven floors down to the emergency department? Why all that effort for just a can of soda; don't I want to finish my notes and get home on time for once?