Your post rang true. I just lost my mom last week and the hospital experience was a very similar situation.
The doctor was particularly upset because I was a healthcare proxy (that was the first thing he asked when bursting into the room) and complained that he just talked to my brother who was also a healthcare proxy.
It took a good several minutes until I explained that I was only there to visit my mom. You know, that human thing? Why I dressed nice and brought flowers? He complained some more and then pivoted down the hall, trailing two silent, masked students in his wake.
The doctor was particularly upset because I was a healthcare proxy (that was the first thing he asked when bursting into the room) and complained that he just talked to my brother who was also a healthcare proxy.
It took a good several minutes until I explained that I was only there to visit my mom. You know, that human thing? Why I dressed nice and brought flowers? He complained some more and then pivoted down the hall, trailing two silent, masked students in his wake.