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the new doctorRounds for me start at about 5:45 AM. I always was right with my diagnosis andenjoyed treating the patients. I am usually in the emergency room from about11:30 AM to about 4:00 most days, and don't get to eat lunch until about 4:15right before PM rounds which start at 5:00PM. Today though was different. REALDifferent. I was about to take a bite from my burger that I just fixed up withcatsup, pickles, mayo and I here over the speaker "Dr. GoldmanCODE BLUE" CodeBlue means a major emergency was just called in and that the patient will bearriving at the hospital momentarily. The burger was tossed in the garbage andoff I went (I'm so glad I was wearing my Reeboks) I ran into the emergency roomand listened to the paramedics talk. Apparently, a young man about 17 drove hiscar into a telephone pole. They rushed him into ER, he was about 5-weighedabout 150 pounds. The paramedics had his shirt off and h ad started the IV thatDr. Marcus, the duty doctor, ordered. He was u*********s and it was apparentthat he had a ruptured spleane. I gave him 10mgs. of Lidacane, and started anIV with Normal Saline because we were going to have to operate. I ordere d afull blood series which would by law go to the State Police to determine if thek** was driving drunk. All this was done as he was being rushed inside theemergency room/.When I got him in the room, I was assisted by Drs. O'Thomas,Vreeland, Smith and Nurse Rodgers. Dr. Marcus the Senior physicians walked into supervise and give us,the new doctors any assistance we might need. NurseRodgers stripped the ailing youth by cutting his denim jeans with a sharpscizzors and then slipping them off. I looked at this body and said, I have gotto save this k**. He was hurting. He was hurting real bad. Dr. Vreeland pointedout that his strong stomach muscles and his build helped absorb a good portionof the crash. But, nevertheless the k** was hurting. We added another 5 mgs ofLidacane hoping to ease the pain as suggested by Dr. Marcus, after reviewingthe ivs. Dr. O'Thomas adm inistered the second iv as I examined his spleane. Ifelt a semi-major rupture . We operated. Dr.Hendricks performed the surgery andI was asigned the case. Later that evening, I met with the youngsters parentswho were in tears in the waiting room. Nurse Albertson had them fill out thepapers prior to surgery and Dr. Marcus spoke to them before I was assigned thepatient. Yes, we had a long chat. You see, the young k** (his name was Ken, bythe way) was driving his brand new 1986 Iroc drunk. His parents denied thatthere son had a drinking problem. I showed them the test results,indicatingtheir son's activities for t he last 48 hours. They denied it. I sat with themtill 3 AM in my office discussing the problem. They finnally conceeded. And,they enrolled Ken in the AA program we had at the hospital. I was glad I wasable to talk some sense into these people. But as Dr. Marcus pointed out to meat lunch the next day, itis very difficult for a parent to accept the fact thattheir son or daughter is an alchoholic because they immediately interpret thisas their fault. Dr. Marcus did compliment me on my handlng of the patient andhis parents and said he wanted to see me in his office after rounds tomorrowmorning. I was kind of nervous, but because he sounded so pleased with me, Ididn't think it could be anything bad. I ate my dinner (this time a TurkeySandwhich with the best Tomatos in the world) and before I left for the day, Ichecked on my star patient,Ken. I went in to his room, I noticed he was alittle red in the face, and his pulse rate was a little sluggish. I took hisblood preasure and it was sluggish as well. He was partially awake now. Ispoke briefly to him yesterday. But, I don't think he understood a word I said.I moved the curtain around because the old lady visiting someone else wasgetting on my nerves watching everything I was doing. I felt like saying"Listen Bitch, mind your own Business." But, I didn't have time to get mad orcau se a fight. AFterall, my main concern was Ken, my patient. I took hispajama top off and put the stethescope to my ears and listened to his heart andI found no irregularities in the beat. His byle level was higher than normalbecause of his excessive drinking and I felt that because of the last two urinespecimens, there may be a k**ney proble. I removed his pajama pants and felthis lower abdoman. He was awake now. I stoped immediately and covered him up,figuring that I should fill this k** in before I start peeking and poking. Iput the BP cuff on him and it was rising, si I reduced the Lidacane IV(painkiller) and put him on a liquid for a while. I didn't want to give himsolids yet because I wasn't sure what was going on. We got to talking. He wastelling me about the car, the accident, how stupid he was. And at that point, Ipulled the bed rail down and sat on the bed. I put my left hand lovingly on hisstomach and my right hand on his face and talked quietly, gently , and withcompassion. I didn't want him to feel guilty for what he did. He was sick, hehad a problem. He needed help. I said, "Ken, you're going to be ok fella.You're a tough guy and you made it." He said,"The car, my dad,you saved me,but I'm dead shit. " I took my hand that was on his chest and started rubbinghis chest softly so that he felt my presence and new that I cared about him andI said," What you did was stupid, it was probably the biggest mistake of yourlife. I spoke to your parents and they seem to be pretty cool about it. Now..Ken, let's check you out. How do you feel?" He replied with a headache, stomachpain etc. I said, "let me poke around here, and maybe I can see what's goingon... I took his BP again, it seamed to get more stable as the Lidacane woreoff. That was a good sign. I slipped the pajama bottoms off him again as Isaid, "this shouldn't hurt, but tell me if you are in pain." I examined histesticles to see if they were inside the scrotum or withdrawn due to theimpact. They were normal. He seemed not to be having any pain in the groinarea, and his penis seemed to be quite bruised. I knew it wasn't caused by hisauto accident. I was then wondering what was going on in this k**s life.Part 02Type P to Pause, S to Stop listingThe New Doctor - Part 2 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660--------------I immediately depressed the buzzer and I summoned the nurse, I ordered anotherblood test for VD and HTLV III. I also paged Dr. Marcus but I forgot it wasWednesday (he plays golf, only pee-ons like me work on Wednesday) I was luckythat I was able to see him for lunch. The nurse came in and Ken said, "What areyou doing," at that point, I said just taking a few more tests.He said, "whyall these blood tests." AT that point I said, to myself, maybe I don't know thewhole story. I said, Nurse Weatherbee, Dr. Gilcrest, would you leave me and mypatient alone for five minutes. "Yes Doctor", she replied. Dr. Gilcrest said,"let me just examin him for a minute." Dr. Gilcrest was the Doctor in chargethat evening. I pulled the pajamas off him and Dr. Gilcrest examined Ken'spenis. He first felt the testicles türbanlı bursa escort like I did and then began feeling the sidesof Ken's bruised penis. He told me to feel the patients penis and pay carefulattention to the vessels that I see which appear bruised. He said, "Can I speakto you outside for a momemt," I said,"I'll be right back, Ken. I pulled hispants back up above his waist and tied the knot to make him more comfortable.Then I left the room. "Dr. Goldman," said Dr. Gilcrest," I applaud you on yourinquisitive and excellent application of your medical knowledge to thissituation. We need more doctors like you. This boy has been either fucking 20people a night with that pecker of his or he is jerking himself off since theday he was born." I said, "I ordered a full scale blood test for HTLV-III, andthe various strains of VD." Dr. Gilcrest said,"Well Carry-on Michael, You're adamn good doctor." As I walked back into the room, Kenseemed kind of upset. I sat down on the bed (this was now about 8:45 PM, I hadmissed my racquetball game with Dr. Fredricks at the new club I had to join fo$125.) but I felt thtis was more important and couldn't wait till morning. Iheld his hand and said, Ken don't worry, everything will be ok.Now, you'vegotta level with me. I won't tell a sole. I stopped and wanted to examine himagain, I pulled the p.j.s down again, and felt the penis, I squeezed it andasked if it hurt when I did that, "NO he said", I squeezed his balls, thatdidn't hurt either. I knew what he was through. And all I could think was, MyGod, this k**; God please help him. Help me help him. As I examined his penissome more, I said to him, how did it get this way. he said his "girl frienddoes it to him." I didn't say anything. I rolled him over onto his stomach, andpropt a pillor underneathh his legs, and pryed his ass hole open and stuck myfinger inside without any lubricant. I felt his prostate and it was not full.Everything checked out ok.Except his buttocks had little red pimples on it andlash marks. At that point, I turned him back over and I took an applicator andput alchohal over his penis and inserted the applicator (a long cotton swab(like a Q-Tip) he screemed, as it penetrated through the penis to the p rostrate. I didit quickly so he wasn't in pain for long. I removed it and still more waspouring out. I then said, we're going to have to take blood, with all yourscrewing around you may have contracted something. I felt I didn't need thenurse. I didn't want her to interfere with my rapport, so I drew the bloodmyself. Ken was scared, after all, I just stuck a giant Q-Tip up his penis andnow I am going to draw blood with the biggest needle he has ever seen in hislife. AS I tied the band around his arm, Ken started to cry. Then it all cameout.(No not the blood, he was too upset for me to stick him with the giantneedle.) This is what he said: I needed money so I dance. I dance at La Cauge.It's fun and you see, they have this mardi gras and all the patrons are allowedto touch you, pull on your chain, suck you, play with your ass. And that kindof stuff. I sleep with someone different every night, Oh God , not AIDS.....For a resident, this was a tough one to handle, but I dug deep inside of me,and started thinking like a freind instead of a doctor. I said, "Ken, I knowthis may seem strange comming from a Doctor, but... you know what you did waswrong and that you can get very sick from it. But sometimes we make mistakes,we are only human, we make mistakes. WE MAKE MISTAKES. But, my friend, let'snot jump to conclusions,let's take one step at a time. Now look the otherway,"I said and when he did,I quickly jabbed the big needle in his arm as hescreamed , cryed and then SHOUTED "I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU..." Iremoved the needle and he reached up to punch me in the arm (half k**dingly). Iput the blood in the vile and put a band aid on his a rm. I patted his headand rubbed his stomach, I tried to make him feel good as I thought (all thosepeople touching him, feeling his private parts) I said, I care alot about youand I don't want you to be sick. OK.Don't worry...OK just don't worry I'll havethe results in the morning. It was eleven PM by then, I got into my car and asI was leaving the hospital I saw his parents. I didn't ever get home thatnight.Part 03Type P to Pause, S to Stop listingTHE NEW DOCTOR - Part 3 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660--------------We came back inside the hospital, and I said to myself, I need coffee. We tookup our conversation in the cafe. It was a nice hospital cafe with really greatdanish. Ken's parents were really cool about the AA treatment program. It waslike a 100 % turn around. They accepted the situation and seamed like they wereready to deal with it. Especially his DAD. He was ready to go to the special AAgroup for parents.I didn't know what to do, should I tell them or wait for the results....He wasonly 16 so if I didn't tell them when they asked I would be breaking the law.What I didn't have to do was give them all the details. I walked a fine linebetween what I must do as a physician and what I must do as a human being. Idecided to stay on the side of a human being because I knew that if I violatedmy patient's trust I would no longer be able to help him.I said, "there were extensive bruises on his body, we are doing some more teststo see if they were a result of the accident or whether they were not. I leftit at that. I went home to bed.The next morning I woke up at 7:30 AM and was back on duty by 9AM. I went tothe lab to check out whether the results were in....They weren't in yet so Idecided to do my excercises for the morning... I took the stairs to my all starpatient's room (as opposed to taking the elevator) He was awake and wascomplaining of head pains. His face was flushed and his mouth was dry. Histemperature was 104 and he was sick. I ordered a rush on the blood tests and Igot the results at noon. Ken was suffering from pnemonia. I found out that hewas not sleeping at home three or four days a week . Rather he was sleeping ata friend's apartmennt in the City where there wasn't any heat. His resistancemust have been low because he was screwing arond every night of the week. Ichecked his bruises once again around his groin area and they weren't anybetter. I gave him a shot for the pain and proceeded down to the lab when I waspaged for a phone call.The call was from Dr. Baller's office. Dr. Baller is the person who is incharge of the hospital. He said he wanted to speak to me at 3 that day. Ithought I did something wrong.... I was worried all day. . . I was thinking"Did I really fuck up somewhere?" I then put it out of my mind and went down tothe lab where I found out that Ken did not have AIDS. I jumped into the airwith joy and screemed in delight. It was simply pnemonia and we can treat himfor that. In fact it was a light strain of it at that....Back in ER I was telling some of the Co-workers about the case....and theydidn't seem to care. But I did. I went to Ken and said, "Listen türbanlı bursa escort bayan k**, I don'tknow what you're gonna do, But.... (I wanted to scare the shit out of him so hewould stop screwing around with every gay on the street) you know those teststhat I took yesterday...They say that you are lucky this time. You don't haveAIDS yet. But if you don't stop screwing around with every gay man on the faceof the earth your gonna get it.I felt the need to give it to him straight. Because what he was doing waswrong. Not because he was gay, but because he was putting himself at risk ofcatching the disease as well as becoming a carrier of it. He was relieved. Hepromised not to screw around like he was doing before. But I knew that therewas more to it than meets the eye.It was 3 PM as I walked into Dr. Ballard's office. It was a posh office in thenew wing of the hospital. Dr. Ballard was an older man in his early 60s andspoke with a very deep but kind voice. He was considered a real nice guy buthad very strong convictions. I sat down on the sofa and when he came in, thefirst thing out of his mouth was, "Michael, from what I hear, you're one of thebest doctors at our hospital, that is why I have recomended you to the Board ofEducation. In addition to your regular duties here at the hospital you will bethe school systems doctor.In addition, to your salary here at the hospital which incidently is now$32500, you will be paid $11000 by the Board of Education. Your duties willinclude doing all school physicals, and being available to the school system ifthey have any questions. You start tomorrow at the High School doing routinephysicals for the sports teams. You do this in the morning and take theafternoon off. You need some time to yourself, after all when I was your age Inever got the wash done either (he was looking at me in my greens (wearing thembecause I didn't do the wash) And from now on...though, you'll do the physicalsat the high schools on Wednesday mornings and you'll take the rest of the dayoff like the rest of us do.I was elated.Part 04Type P to Pause, S to Stop listingTHE NEW DOCTOR - Part 4 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660--------------It was Wednesday morning, the first day I was to do physicals for The HighSchool. I thought it was going to be rough, but, you know it was an honor to bechosen out of all the other residents. So I did it. I kind of enjoyed beingout of the hospital doing something on my own. You know...no supervisors, nohead nurses to deal with, no pharmacy forms to write...no real pain in the assthings to do. I couldn't help but to think to myself...."is this what privatepractice is all about" this is easy. I finally got dressed, I figured that I'dbetter wear something decent. So instead of putting on jeans or my greenscrubbs, I put on a nice pair of grey cords, a blue oxford shirt (with a buttondown collar of course) and a knit tie. I didn't want to over dresss, but at thesame time I wanted to make a good impression.I packed my bag the night before, (with my mind I probably would have forgottenit if I didn't place it in front of the door so I would have to trip over itwhen I left)I felt so important. I felt like I was worthy of the assignment. Iwas confident. I knew my shit. (I was just a little nervous about how my shitknew me) Couldn't sleep that night. It was impossible. Just was up thinkingabout what I had to do the next day. But finally around three A.M. I got tobed. The problem was waking up at 7:15 AM... Knowing that I didn't have to goto the hospital, I slept in until half past the hour and as usual, I was 20minutes late at the school. When I walked in, I figured I would just go to thenurses office. And when I walked in I was greated with "Do you have a pass?" Istarted to open my mouth and the nurse quickly snapped, "no pass noservice....get your teacher to give you a pass..." I was cracking up, I know Ilook young (Dr. Andrews in OR says I look 16. Little do they know I'm 28) Isaid, you must be Nurse Rachet? (My God, Freudian Slip) "I'm sorry", I said,"I mean Nurse Bachetti. "Now you go to the principal's office right now son oryour going to the Time Out Room for a week. "Oh Shit!" I said in a mumble...butshe heard it, I tried to open my mouth and she cut me off. I continued to say,"Mam, excuse me, I am not a student here, I am the School Doctor, I wasscheduled to be here. I understand Dr. Marcus made arrangements. But, she wasdoing all her paper work and wasn't hearing a word that I said. I screamedlouder, "LADY, I AM NOT A STUDENT. I AM A DOCTOR. Dee Ohh Cee Tee Ohh Rrr. Ispelled it out slowly so she got the message. Then I said, if you would stopdoing what you were doing for one second you would be able to here me out. MyGod! I was pissed at this woman. She made me mad. I said, "I'm sorry forscreaming at you, but you are unreal. "I'm sorry k**, your still gonna have togo to the principals office. I DON'T BUY IT. I then put one of my businesscards in her fat little hand and said, "Nurse, when you need a doctor give me acall. I started walking out. When she stopped me and said, "Oh, your Dr.Goldman? I didn't know. Your so young and handsome. We never had a doctor likeyou before. I thought you were one of the students trying to put one over onme. I said, "No Nurse Rachet" I'm a doctor... "Well in that case right thisway..." The boys were scheduled appointments all day. We do the physicalsusually in groups of five. I weigh them, get their height first and then theyall go into you in the second room over there.Now lets see, we have the soccer team first at 10:00 AM. I tried to make smalltalk with the nurse as I went over the medical records of the k**s I was aboutto see. The nurse commented "Dr. Morgan never did that.Dr. Morgan did this, Dr.Morgan did that. " I finally said, Nurse Rachet, if you don't like the way I domy job then would you find yourself another doctor because I'm not going totake anymore of your shit. (Definite Attitude Problem)The soccer team walked in. There were about 25 k**s in all and they were allplaced in the first room it was larger, they sat down on the floor and thenurse started calling the role. I said, nurse, let me take care of all this ok.Why don't you go practice your bandages or perhaps count your your cough drops.She was outraged and walked out of the big room. I walked out with her andsaid, "Nurse let me do it my way." I went back inside, and she left me alonefor the day. First I organized it by calling the role, making sure each personwas in the room that should be there, then instead of having the k**s startundressing and rushing through it, I figured, I should talk to them first andfind out a little bit about them. Also, tell them a little bit about the greatthings that they are doing for their bodies by playing soccer and also tellthem a little bit about d**gs, alcohol and the effects they have on playingsoccer. I think they appreciated the talk. They got to know me. And I got toknow them. I said guys, so that I don't fuck Nurse Rachet's papers up here, Iwant türbanlı escort bursa to do the physicals in the order they appear on this list. Now, to speadthings along, all you guys in here should strip down, take off all your clothesincluding your under pants. And would Allen, Davis, Fineberg and Weinberg stepup front here, and if all you guys would stay over on the other side of theroom , we'll be finished in about thirty minutes.I stood there as all the guys took their clothes off. First came the shirt,then the pants, the t-shirt, the socks, and most of the k**s left theirunderpants on. I didn't want to wisk them away. I wanted to give each of themthe time they needed to check them out. Allen was first, he was a shy boy about15 years old, had a nice torso and beautiful legs. I noticed the guys waitingstarting to get hard ons just watching the physicals go on. I checked the boyout, his heart, lungs, I felt his liver and abdomen and then lowered his pants,(I noticed a lot of the guys pearing on. They were either interested innoticing what was going on because they wanted to see what was going to happento them or they admired their team mates body. I felt his balls and his penisand later put my finger up his ass to check his prostrate. I then had him pissinto a cup (d**g testing) I did this all day. I was looking at young bodies14-18 years old, just checking them out. Feeling hard muscles, nicely developedbodies, putting my finger inside some real tight ass holes.But these k**s looked like they were having a great time. There they were withall their clothes off, standing there looking on at their team mates bodies.Some of them started to laugh when I was feeling their balls and groin and theymade a face when I fingered their ass hole. They seemed like they enjoyed it somuch. I'm sure that I did.Part 05Type P to Pause, S to Stop listingTHE NEW DOCTOR - Part 5 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660--------------The wrestling team came into the room at 1 PM the same day as the soccer teamleft the office. This time I decided to make it brief as I wanted to get backto the hospital before p.m. rounds started that night. So I said, Ok guys, myname is Dr. Goldman, let's do these physicals and get them over with ok. Tosave time guys, why don't you all strip down --take off all your clothesincluding your underpants, and line up next to each other,I looked at the guys slowly removing their clothes, their muscles were welldeveloped and they all were very well hung. Good looking k**s. OK, whose FredAndrews?. Fred took a step forward, his dick was hard and wabbling from side toside as he stepped forward. I said, " ok hop up on the table and lay down o nyour belly. He did, I examined his spine , and slowly went down to his butt. Itwas smooth, hairless tight muscular buttocks. I spread his cheeks and lookedinside the hole, discovering it being quite sore, I thought to myself butdidn't say becaus e I didn't want to embarrass him (yet they all were gettinghard standing there watching me pull and poke at their team mates body) "Didyou ever try KY ?" But no, I didn't say it. But this k** didn't pass thephysical either. I called his parents and had them bring him to the hospitalfor HLTV tests. This k** was screwing around. He turned over, and I immediatelystarted examining his genitals. They were hard nuts like walnuts, and his peniswas a stiff 8 inches long, it was not bruised , just seamed like he was just abottom man in a fuck buddy party.Finally, I said, ok next k**.,. Let's see now. Gary Obermeter. Gary steppedforward he was a short k** only 16 years old about 5-5 120 pounds if that. Ilistened to his heart and because he was so small and skinny there was an echo.To try and get a better sound from my stethescope, I laid him do wn on his backand placed both hands on top of the piece to minimize the echo. As I did thishe squirmed a little bit, felt a little bit uncomfortable and then relaxed. Inoticed a murmer but didn't think it was a large one. Nevertheless, I noted thechart. I felt his smooth hairless body from top to bottom, examining the sizeof his organs to insure that he had enough ribbing and protection around himthat he would be safe. He was not a very strong k**, but his body was so smoothand nimble. His ass was like butter, I bent him over and slipped my fingerinside it... he wa s clean as a whistle.By this time, the guys were getting a little rowdy, the physicals were taking ayear and a day and I was tired, so I just lined them up, side by side, doublerowed, and checked their heart, lungs, genitals, etc. etc. Then, I had them allturnaround ( the remainder) and I checked the prostrate of each and every oneof them. I noticed them all getting horney, pulling on their cocks, looking ateach other with wrestling eyes. I knew that practice today would be a littledifferent. As they got dressed I noticed them checking each other out, in factone of them said, (I overheard it) that doctor is a cool dude). That made myday. I left, and went back to the hospital for rounds.Part 06Type P to Pause, S to Stop listingTHE NEW DOCTOR - Part 6 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660--------------I just went back to the school to finish the physicals up. Walked into thenurses office and she was as usual nasty as ever. I kept mymouth shut andwalked into the room and said, ok guys, what sport do you play guys? It wasthe baseball team I found out.I gave them my lecture on d**gs and stuff as the nurse watched with utterdismay. I was wide awake yet so very tired cause I was up all night in theEmergency Room pumping some k**s stomach out after she tried to kill herself.Then, the nurse said, " Dr. would you get on with it, the LaCrosse Team will behere in exactly 15 minutes. Would you mind." I thought that bitch... (I wouldhave started it all in a minute anyway. I didn't need her harrassment.)I said, you guys heard the speach before right? They nodded so, I said, ok guysjust strip down. Drop all your clothes including your underpants. Let's seewhose first? Jeffrey Weilder I called out . He was standing in the back andwalked up slowly to me still with his undies on. I didn't want to embarrasshim. He was a real cute k** only 15 years old. I said to him, just stand hereson as I put my stethoscope to my ears. His body trembled so I sat him down onthe little bed and began to listen to his heart. He had a very small chestcavity and his skin was very soft and smooth,. I laid him down and ran my handsover his body, I observed many of the players had errections. Gently I broughthis pants down below his knees and started to feel his cock and his balls. Hewasn't quite fully developed down there. The penis was elongated, however, hedidn't have any pubic hair. He was an adorable little boy though, and the guyswere looking at him with such horney eyes.,.I checked his rectum out. He didn't like that at all. But, took my finger likea man. He pulled his pants back up and I said ok lets see if we can move on alittle faster now... John Knoller? John was a tall blonde boy about 6-2 heweighed about 180 pounds and was built very well. His body was nicely toned andhis genitals were large but in proportion to the rest of his body.I enjoyed feeling his large cock and his balls which were the size of two eggs.He had such fine muscle tone and when I stuck my finger up his ass he screamedin awe as the other guys watched on and felt the vicariousness of the plunge.They couldn't wait for their turn.