Good morning Nurse Lisa... I trust you had a good night. When you finish your charts, stop by my office, I need to visit with you for a few minutes.
WTF is that all about, that arrogant, obnoxious son of a bitch doesn't talk to anyone, and now he wants me to "visit for a few minutes".
Fine, Dr. B., it shouldn't be but about 5 minutes.
Thanks for coming in, Lisa... tell me... how was your night?
Actually, it was very quiet and non eventful... just how we like it.
The reason I wanted you to come in was because I saw on the schedule that you are working extra shifts, and I have been concerned that maybe you are working too hard, and putting in too many hours.
Well, actually, I have worked a couple extra shifts, but I feel fine, and there is really nothing to be concerned about... but I thank you for your mentioning it. .
Well... I will feel better about it after an examination. I like to be sure that our nurses are healthy and not getting stressed or abusing their bodies from too little sleep, and too much work. Go in the exam room and strip down, and put a robe on... you know the procedure. This shouldn't take long.
Oh fuck... I was all ready for a Srarbuck's and a relaxed morning.
Now just lay back on the table while I get some vitals. BP, pulse, temp are good... lungs sound fine... tongue and throat look inviting... now put your feet in the stirrups. At this point, I really want to see that everything is functioning properly. We have so many reports of depression, stress and marital problems being caused by a disinterest in sex, lack of response, and vaginal dryness.
I need to check your breasts first. Didn't you tell me that you have 2 children? And did you say that you breast fed them? It's amazing... your breasts look and feel like a 20 year old virgin... that is if there is such a thing as a 20 year old virgin.