Itch

"As a newly minted doctor at the ripe age of 35, I found myself sitting in a nook of the dermatology clinic with my white coat on, feeling vaguely puzzled. I was in the midst of my dermatology residency training, and had arrived to clinic a few minutes prior, having spent the morning in lectures elsewhere. To my left and right were patient exam rooms. Around me were chairs for dermatology residents, medical students, and more senior doctors to sit and discuss cases. At our disposal were several computers, as well as a wall full of serious dermatological tomes, some running more than a thousand pages in length. While waiting for my first patient to be roomed, I noticed something unusual about the nearest exam room. The door was not only shut, but additional blocked off by a flimsy criss-cross of blue masking tape running from corner to corner of the door frame. Where the strands crossed each other in the middle was affixed a small yellow sticky note with the words 'HOUSEKEEPING' scribbled on it, all in capitals. What could possibly be going on?"--