Work was wretched tonight. A million ambulances kept pouring in, and I was exhausted. The six cups of coffee I had coming in to work were failing me miserably. I almost lost my temper with several of my patients, frequent fliers that came in to the Emergency Department for just about any complaint they could find, and of course, they would take an ambulance as their taxi each time. One mother brought her eight month-old child in because he had a rash on his face. It looked like the standard heat rash I had seen a million times in the past, but the mother would have no part of a simple diagnosis. She wanted to have blood work done, to which I simply refused. Of course she demanded the nursing supervisor and filed a complaint. I should have done the blood work and made my life simpler. The system doesn’t care about saving money or protecting someone who is just practicing reasonable medicine. Instead, we have to respond to ‘Dr. Google,’ the doctor who is frequently consulted by patients who are convinced they have some devastating disease. The sad part of all of this is that if the rash goes away on the child, the next time the mother sees me, she will refer to me as that uncaring physician who didn’t take her complaint seriously. There is no justice.
It was getting later into my night shift, and I was starving. I had run out of time to get food ready for work. I was used to Sarah doing that for me each evening, but since she was away, I left the house thinking I would order out. Just about that time, I got a call from Sarah, which I took in the back room. I was actually quite ecstatic to hear from her, for we hadn’t spoken since she left. It was strange that she called the Emergency Department directly, but I figured that she had tried my cell phone first and got no response. I sat in the back room so I could have a private conversation. Sarah was an absolute chatterbox, telling me about her few days away and how much she actually misses me. That was a surprise to hear from her, but it really made me quite happy and homesick for her, despite all of our issues. Just then, I get a tap on the door. It was Angela. I opened the door and covered the mouth piece of the phone, quietly saying ‘hi’ to her so that Sarah wouldn’t hear. I quickly ended my conversation with Sarah by using an ‘official urgent tone’ in my voice, stating that I had a crisis in the department and had to go. I knew that Sarah would understand that without questioning. She told me to call her later and that she was all excited about several things. I hung up in front of Angela, who had a bag in her hands and was smiling at me, flashing her beautiful, pearly-white teeth at me. I hung the phone up without really saying ‘good-bye,’ and I felt bad, but Angela’s presence made up for that.
Angela didn’t seem suspicious of my phone call. She was excited to bring me dinner, something which Sarah had not done before. Angela was wearing form-fitting, bright colored scrubs with a sexy pair of metal-tinted clogs that were highlighted by a cute pair of patterned socks. It looks like Angela brought dinner, and she was the dessert! The next thing I found was Angela straddling me on the chair while I slipped off her sexy clogs and scrub pants. I put my self into her as I grabbed her insanely smooth feet and legs…..
Luckily for me, the only emergency at that moment was personal.