Mischief (Hospital Comedy)

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Okay, I didn’t know what else to tag this. This is one of those stories I share just cause I am mischievous. I have narrated before that I once worked in a busy hospital where I was the only female doctor. Not only was I female, I was the youngest. I didn’t even look my age (maybe 26 or so), I looked 19. You can imagine that most patients would prefer the more mature looking males. Lol. They had no choice though. We worked shifts and if you met me, you had to put up with my skinny frame. At least, the brain was not skinny, lol.

So the receptionist, walks up to me one day. “Dr. N, there’s this old man who always insists on seeeing you each time he comes. Why is that? “, she asks.

“I don’t know. What’s his name?”

She told me. I pretended not to know him.

“He’s in his 70s, dark, wrinkled, speaks very fluent English? “, she prods.

“I don’t know who you mean, sorry”

Few days later, she accosts me again “That your boyfriend came yesterday”, she informs. “Once he hears you are not on duty, he turns to leave!”

“Really?”

“Yes! He asks, “What of that my daughter? Is she around? ” The moment I say No, he’s on his way”, her hands are on her waist. “What is between the 2 of you?”

“Haha! You really want to know?”

“I’m dying to know. Please tell me”

“Go and read his folder” She must have read it and asked a doctor to interpret the medication he was on, for she came back laughing!

“Dr. N! You are very wicked!” You see, Papa had seen several doctors who could not diagnose his sleep disorder. The day I saw him, I grilled him on his sex life. He complained reluctantly, that madam was complaining of his ‘bedroom’ skills which had waned. I prescribed a drug for his erectile dysfunction. He returned in a week with a smile. I became his darling! Lol.

Each time I precsribed anti malarials, antibiotics, or whatever else his symptoms required, he would ask

“My daughter, what of that one? Did you include that one?” I would say Yes, and he would beam with joy and bless me. The receptionist was in my office for a long time laughing her head off.

“Is that how these old men keep up? I always wondered at those who have very young girlfriends? ”

So dear muse, that is the story of Papa and I. Feel free to judge. If you were in his shoes, you would do the same. Lol.

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12 thoughts on “Mischief (Hospital Comedy)

    Oyinkansola Yusuf said:
    March 24, 2014 at 5:41 pm

    Lmao!!! Serious darlin, how old is the “madam” sef??

      drnsmusings responded:
      March 24, 2014 at 6:11 pm

      I don’t know but I don’t think she was much younger. Probably, 50 to 60

    maryj01 said:
    March 24, 2014 at 6:00 pm

    Hahahahahaha… The title of this blog should be “how d old man gat his groove back”

    uche said:
    March 24, 2014 at 7:07 pm

    Chei, this old man still want to be in d’game!! Dr N’ pls also prescribe same for the madam so that it will be a balance equation

      drnsmusings responded:
      March 24, 2014 at 7:41 pm

      Hahaha! Since she complained, I assume she didn’t need it

    imperfectlyperfect92 said:
    March 24, 2014 at 9:24 pm

    lol @how the old man got his groove…

    Bola Afolayan said:
    March 26, 2014 at 8:35 am

    Lolzzz,dis shd be tagged clinic matters…nice1 Dr N!

    Inthe... said:
    March 26, 2014 at 3:02 pm

    Ha! It must be universal. Men would visit me and gabble on for hrs, beating around the bush. It’s the last 5 secs that they will mention the koko of why they are there…lol

    nelly Arikpo said:
    March 28, 2014 at 7:30 am

    Funny 1 Doc,did’nt knw men in dia 60’s still long 4 d urge.

      drnsmusings responded:
      March 28, 2014 at 7:49 am

      When wifey complains…..

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