Our residency program recently created a new position. It was wonderfully named, the Nighthawk. We all thought the name was a little bit awesome, and it just seemed to conjure up some image of a super hero. Well, we were right... I discovered this. As it turned out, the wonderfully lucky person who got to be the first Nighthawk was yours truly. At our first meeting about the new position, I jokingly asked what the new costume would be. Everybody laughed, but I kept thinking that it would be hilarious to actually come up with something funny.
Well, it just so happens that my wife is a pretty crafty person, and she thought the idea would be funny too. So, we sat up one night and sewed together a cape and mask based on the comic book character. I don't think anyone actually thought I would go through with it. I showed up on my first night in full Nighthawk garb. While the mask was pretty poorly crafted, I did wear the cape for most of the night, including when I went to see a few patients and walked up to the NICU and down to the hospital cafeteria. It all went well, except that one of the parents complained about my cape. Unfortunately the Nighthawk met his fate to the dreaded Momster. I thought it was a pretty fun thing to do for the kids, but apparently, it wasn't professional enough.
Currently, there is still a night hawk, but he/she goes about his/her duties is a much less flamboyant fashion. However, the cape lies dormant in the resident's lounge, waiting for the next person to take of the banner of the Nighthawk.
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