Atrium Health Wake Forest Baptist Endocrinology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as usual, Dr. Thompson entered the hospital cafeteria for breakfast. But today, something strange happened—everyone’s coffee had mysteriously turned into tea. A puzzled nurse whispered, ‘It must be that new delivery driver.’ Dr. Thompson raised an eyebrow and asked the nurse, ‘Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I saw him delivering coffee yesterday.’ Just then, a young man approached with a cart full of steaming cups labeled ‘Coffee Specialty Blend’. The nurse blushed and said, ‘Oh, maybe he just got confused!’ Everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes even experienced professionals can make small mistakes.

2. In the dimly lit hallway of Atrium Health Wake Forest Baptist Endocrinology clinic, a young child pointed excitedly at something on the wall. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘is that really a talking thermometer?’ The mother smiled and gently shook her head. 'No honey,' she whispered back, 'it's just an old sign for our diabetes education program.' The little girl pouted for a moment before turning around with a curious look. 'Then why does it say “Ask Me About Your Sugar Levels”?'

3. In the dimly lit hallway of Atrium Health Wake Forest Baptist Endocrinology clinic, a curious little girl pointed at something and whispered, ‘Mommy, what’s that strange machine doing?’ The mother smiled and gently explained, 'Honey, it's just our friendly doctor checking if everyone's growing up healthy.' The girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as she noticed an older gentleman wearing a bright orange hat nearby. 'Mommy, why is that man so colorful?' The mom laughed softly, replying, 'Oh, he's probably just a delivery driver bringing us some yummy snacks!'

4. In the dimly lit hallway of Atrium Health Wake Forest Baptist Endocrinology clinic, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the elevator lobby one afternoon. Among boxes and packages lay an old, dusty harmonica, its case engraved with initials long forgotten. Curious, he picked it up and blew into the instrument, producing a faint, out-of-tune note. Suddenly, from behind him, came a voice: 'That’s not how you play it!' Startled, our delivery guy turned around to see an elderly gentleman tapping his cane impatiently. Turned out the harmonica belonged to the doctor who worked there—an avid musician when not diagnosing diabetes.'