Doctor Andrew

Doctor Andrew
The hardest part about being a doctor is passing school. WRONG! The hardest part for Andrew about being a doctor is telling his patients news. The reactions can be horrifying, or they can be way to played up, there are confessions that eat your heart out, and there is advice anyone would love to receive. Either way, at the end of the day he loved to go home and just put his feet up and watch TV.
Andrew stood 6’5’’ weighed about 200 pounds, and he was usually too lazy to shave, so he always had a 5 O’clock shadow. Andrew’s brown hair and green eyes made his female patients fall head over heals for him. He lived in an apartment in the upper east side of Manhattan, and he loved to look out at the city. After finishing medical school, Andrew got immediately hired at a local hospital. As a family practitioner, Andrew saw everything from ear infections, to fungus infections. For the most part Andrew loved his job.
Andrew would wake up in the morning at 4a.m. and go for a morning run around the park the he could see from his window. After his four mile run he would return to the apartment and take a nice warm shower, get dressed in his professional clothes, and head to the office. Andrew is always the first one to arrive to the clinic, the second one to arrive is his secretary. His secretary was his high school sweetheart, they dated for seven years. She was now married and had a kid on the way, while Andrew was still just playing the field. When Andrew’s secretary walked into the office he always had a bit of resentment for her, but she always gave him, his schedule on time and she was constantly cheery. “Good morning Dr. Andrew,” she began.
“We got a full day today, huh?” Andrew replied.
“Always, everyone wants to see you, because your just that good.” she wittily stated.
“Hahaha, you are a funny one, aren’t you?” Andrew came back with.
“Nah, its just the baby acting out, he is going to be a little rebel after he comes out,” she commented.
“Sounds like you are going to have your hands full,” Andrew said.
“Naturally,” she said in reply.
The conversation ended as quickly as it began. No other words were ever exchanged between the two. The day started with a pap smear, and a pelvic exam, his least favorite part of being a family practitioner. There are specialty doctors, but for teenagers who are sexually active, the professionals decline for their business. Teenage girls always try and flirt with him, and he never knew why, he wasn’t interested in rocking the cradle. “The patient is in room nine waiting for you,” one of the nurses said.
“Thanks I will go check on her.” Andrew responded.
He knocked on the door as it was accustomed, because if the girl was still changing opening the door would be tragic. When he opened the door the girl sat in the room crying her eyes out. It wasn’t her first exam and she was only sixteen. “Well then, lets get the ball rolling,” Andrew said as an attempt to not hear about her life story.
“I’m two and a half months late for my period, I took a test, I’m pregnant, and I’m only sixteen!” the girl sobbed.
These stories were always the hardest to hear, his secretary had the same thing happen. She was three months pregnant with his child, and they decided to abort it. It was the hardest decision of his life, but he wasn’t ready to be a dad. The number one reason he hated being a family practitioner, was because of the children, having children. Family.