The New Doctor - Part 1 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660 --------------
I just graduated from Johns Hopkins Medical School with honors and was doing my residency at Farmingdale Medical Center in Farmingdale, Long Island. The hospital was relatively close to my house and had a solid residency program that seemed to have a lot to offer for a kid just out of medical school. Yeah, I passed my boards with flying colors, had a girlfriend for a while but she graduated a year ahead of me and met a Lawyer at Boston General Hospital. I got over the fact that she was getting it on with another guy, but I was super busy, meeting other people, working hard. After all, I was being paid close to $27000 for this residency. I decided not to mope around over this girl and have a real good time a long time ago. So when I came bac k home, I WAS READY for it all. And I mean it all.
Rounds for me start at about 5:45 AM. I always was right with my diagnosis and enjoyed treating the patients. I am usually in the emergency room from about 11:30 AM to about 4:00 most days, and don't get to eat lunch until about 4:15 right before PM rounds which start at 5:00PM. Today though was different. REAL Different. I was about to take a bite from my burger that I just fixed up with catsup, pickles, mayo and I here over the speaker "Dr. GoldmanCODE BLUE" Code Blue means a major emergency was just called in and that the patient will be arriving at the hospital momentarily. The burger was tossed in the garbage and off I went (I'm so glad I was wearing my Reeboks) I ran into the emergency room and listened to the paramedics talk. Apparently, a young man about 17 drove his car into a telephone pole. They rushed him into ER, he was about 5-weighed about 150 pounds. The paramedics had his shirt off and h ad started the IV that Dr. Marcus, the duty doctor, ordered. He was unconscious and it was apparent that he had a ruptured spleane. I gave him 10mgs. of Lidacane, and started an IV with Normal Saline because we were going to have to operate. I ordere d a full blood series which would by law go to the State Police to determine if the kid was driving drunk. All this was done as he was being rushed inside the emergency 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 in to supervise and give us,the new doctors any assistance we might need. Nurse Rodgers stripped the ailing youth by cutting his denim jeans with a sharp scizzors and then slipping them off. I looked at this body and said, I have got to save this kid. He was hurting. He was hurting real bad. Dr. Vreeland pointed out that his strong stomach muscles and his build helped absorb a good portion of the crash. But, nevertheless the kid was hurting. We added another 5 mgs of Lidacane hoping to ease the pain as suggested by Dr. Marcus, after reviewing the ivs. Dr. O'Thomas adm inistered the second iv as I examined his spleane. I felt a semi-major rupture . We operated. Dr.Hendricks performed the surgery and I was asigned the case. Later that evening, I met with the youngsters parents who were in tears in the waiting room. Nurse Albertson had them fill out the papers prior to surgery and Dr. Marcus spoke to them before I was assigned the patient. Yes, we had a long chat. You see, the young kid (his name was Ken, by the way) was driving his brand new 1986 Iroc drunk. His parents denied that there son had a drinking problem. I showed them the test results,indicating their son's activities for t he last 48 hours. They denied it. I sat with them till 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 was able to talk some sense into these people. But as Dr. Marcus pointed out to me at lunch the next day, itis very difficult for a parent to accept the fact that their son or daughter is an alchoholic because they immediately interpret this as their fault. Dr. Marcus did compliment me on my handlng of the patient and his parents and said he wanted to see me in his office after rounds tomorrow morning. I was kind of nervous, but because he sounded so pleased with me, I didn't think it could be anything bad. I ate my dinner (this time a Turkey Sandwhich with the best Tomatos in the world) and before I left for the day, I checked on my star patient,Ken. I went in to his room, I noticed he was a little red in the face, and his pulse rate was a little sluggish. I took his blood preasure and it was sluggish as well. He was partially awake now. I spoke 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 was getting 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 or cau se a fight. AFterall, my main concern was Ken, my patient. I took his pajama top off and put the stethescope to my ears and listened to his heart and I found no irregularities in the beat. His byle level was higher than normal because of his excessive drinking and I felt that because of the last two urine specimens, there may be a kidney proble. I removed his pajama pants and felt his lower abdoman. He was awake now. I stoped immediately and covered him up, figuring that I should fill this kid in before I start peeking and poking. I put 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 him solids yet because I wasn't sure what was going on. We got to talking. He was telling me about the car, the accident, how stupid he was. And at that point, I pulled the bed rail down and sat on the bed. I put my left hand lovingly on his stomach and my right hand on his face and talked quietly, gently , and with compassion. I didn't want him to feel guilty for what he did. He was sick, he had 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 rubbing his chest softly so that he felt my presence and new that I cared about him and I said," What you did was stupid, it was probably the biggest mistake of your life. 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, stomach pain etc. I said, "let me poke around here, and maybe I can see what's going on... I took his BP again, it seamed to get more stable as the Lidacane wore off. That was a good sign. I slipped the pajama bottoms off him again as I said, "this shouldn't hurt, but tell me if you are in pain." I examined his testicles to see if they were inside the scrotum or withdrawn due to the impact. They were normal. He seemed not to be having any pain in the groin area, and his penis seemed to be quite bruised. I knew it wasn't caused by his auto accident. I was then wondering what was going on in this kids life.
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The New Doctor - Part 2 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660 --------------
I immediately depressed the buzzer and I summoned the nurse, I ordered another blood test for VD and HTLV III. I also paged Dr. Marcus but I forgot it was Wednesday (he plays golf, only pee-ons like me work on Wednesday) I was lucky that I was able to see him for lunch. The nurse came in and Ken said, "What are you doing," at that point, I said just taking a few more tests.He said, "why all these blood tests." AT that point I said, to myself, maybe I don't know the whole story. I said, Nurse Weatherbee, Dr. Gilcrest, would you leave me and my patient 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 charge that evening. I pulled the pajamas off him and Dr. Gilcrest examined Ken's penis. He first felt the testicles like I did and then began feeling the sides of Ken's bruised penis. He told me to feel the patients penis and pay careful attention to the vessels that I see which appear bruised. He said, "Can I speak to you outside for a momemt," I said,"I'll be right back, Ken. I pulled his pants 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 your inquisitive and excellent application of your medical knowledge to this situation. We need more doctors like you. This boy has been either fucking 20 people a night with that pecker of his or he is jerking himself off since the day he was born." I said, "I ordered a full scale blood test for HTLV-III, and the various strains of VD." Dr. Gilcrest said,"Well Carry-on Michael, You're a damn good doctor." As I walked back into the room, Ken seemed kind of upset. I sat down on the bed (this was now about 8:45 PM, I had missed 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. I held his hand and said, Ken don't worry, everything will be ok.Now, you've gotta level with me. I won't tell a sole. I stopped and wanted to examine him again, I pulled the p.j.s down again, and felt the penis, I squeezed it and asked if it hurt when I did that, "NO he said", I squeezed his balls, that didn't hurt either. I knew what he was through. And all I could think was, My God, this kid; God please help him. Help me help him. As I examined his penis some more, I said to him, how did it get this way. he said his "girl friend does it to him." I didn't say anything. I rolled him over onto his stomach, and propt a pillor underneathh his legs, and pryed his ass hole open and stuck my finger 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 and lash marks. At that point, I turned him back over and I took an applicator and put 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 did it quickly so he wasn't in pain for long. I removed it and still more was pouring out. I then said, we're going to have to take blood, with all your screwing around you may have contracted something. I felt I didn't need the nurse. I didn't want her to interfere with my rapport, so I drew the blood myself. Ken was scared, after all, I just stuck a giant Q-Tip up his penis and now I am going to draw blood with the biggest needle he has ever seen in his life. AS I tied the band around his arm, Ken started to cry. Then it all came out.(No not the blood, he was too upset for me to stick him with the giant needle.) 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 allowed to touch you, pull on your chain, suck you, play with your ass. And that kind of 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 know this may seem strange comming from a Doctor, but... you know what you did was wrong 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's not jump to conclusions,let's take one step at a time. Now look the other way,"I said and when he did,I quickly jabbed the big needle in his arm as he screamed , cryed and then SHOUTED "I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU..." I removed the needle and he reached up to punch me in the arm (half kiddingly). I put the blood in the vile and put a band aid on his a rm. I patted his head and rubbed his stomach, I tried to make him feel good as I thought (all those people touching him, feeling his private parts) I said, I care alot about you and I don't want you to be sick. OK.Don't worry...OK just don't worry I'll have the results in the morning. It was eleven PM by then, I got into my car and as I was leaving the hospital I saw his parents. I didn't ever get home that night.
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THE 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 took up our conversation in the cafe. It was a nice hospital cafe with really great danish. Ken's parents were really cool about the AA treatment program. It was like a 100 % turn around. They accepted the situation and seamed like they were ready to deal with it. Especially his DAD. He was ready to go to the special AA group for parents.
I didn't know what to do, should I tell them or wait for the results....He was only 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 line between what I must do as a physician and what I must do as a human being. I decided to stay on the side of a human being because I knew that if I violated my 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 tests to see if they were a result of the accident or whether they were not. I left it 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 to the lab to check out whether the results were in....They weren't in yet so I decided to do my excercises for the morning... I took the stairs to my all star patient's room (as opposed to taking the elevator) He was awake and was complaining of head pains. His face was flushed and his mouth was dry. His temperature was 104 and he was sick. I ordered a rush on the blood tests and I got the results at noon. Ken was suffering from pnemonia. I found out that he was not sleeping at home three or four days a week . Rather he was sleeping at a friend's apartmennt in the City where there wasn't any heat. His resistance must have been low because he was screwing arond every night of the week. I checked his bruises once again around his groin area and they weren't any better. I gave him a shot for the pain and proceeded down to the lab when I was paged for a phone call.
The call was from Dr. Baller's office. Dr. Baller is the person who is in charge of the hospital. He said he wanted to speak to me at 3 that day. I thought 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 to the lab where I found out that Ken did not have AIDS. I jumped into the air with joy and screemed in delight. It was simply pnemonia and we can treat him for 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 they didn't seem to care. But I did. I went to Ken and said, "Listen kid, I don't know what you're gonna do, But.... (I wanted to scare the shit out of him so he would stop screwing around with every gay on the street) you know those tests that I took yesterday...They say that you are lucky this time. You don't have AIDS yet. But if you don't stop screwing around with every gay man on the face of the earth your gonna get it.
I felt the need to give it to him straight. Because what he was doing was wrong. Not because he was gay, but because he was putting himself at risk of catching the disease as well as becoming a carrier of it. He was relieved. He promised not to screw around like he was doing before. But I knew that there was 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 the new wing of the hospital. Dr. Ballard was an older man in his early 60s and spoke with a very deep but kind voice. He was considered a real nice guy but had very strong convictions. I sat down on the sofa and when he came in, the first thing out of his mouth was, "Michael, from what I hear, you're one of the best doctors at our hospital, that is why I have recomended you to the Board of Education. In addition to your regular duties here at the hospital you will be the 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 will include doing all school physicals, and being available to the school system if they have any questions. You start tomorrow at the High School doing routine physicals for the sports teams. You do this in the morning and take the afternoon off. You need some time to yourself, after all when I was your age I never got the wash done either (he was looking at me in my greens (wearing them because I didn't do the wash) And from now on...though, you'll do the physicals at the high schools on Wednesday mornings and you'll take the rest of the day off like the rest of us do.
I was elated.
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THE NEW DOCTOR - Part 4 - Christopher Street BBS - (201) 992-5660 --------------
It was Wednesday morning, the first day I was to do physicals for The High School. I thought it was going to be rough, but, you know it was an honor to be chosen out of all the other residents. So I did it. I kind of enjoyed being out of the hospital doing something on my own. You know...no supervisors, no head nurses to deal with, no pharmacy forms to write...no real pain in the ass things to do. I couldn't help but to think to myself...."is this what private practice is all about" this is easy. I finally got dressed, I figured that I'd better wear something decent. So instead of putting on jeans or my green scrubbs, I put on a nice pair of grey cords, a blue oxford shirt (with a button down collar of course) and a knit tie. I didn't want to over dresss, but at the same time I wanted to make a good impression.
I packed my bag the night before, (with my mind I probably would have forgotten it if I didn't place it in front of the door so I would have to trip over it when I left)I felt so important. I felt like I was worthy of the assignment. I was confident. I knew my shit. (I was just a little nervous about how my shit knew me) Couldn't sleep that night. It was impossible. Just was up thinking about what I had to do the next day. But finally around three A.M. I got to bed. The problem was waking up at 7:15 AM... Knowing that I didn't have to go to the hospital, I slept in until half past the hour and as usual, I was 20 minutes late at the school. When I walked in, I figured I would just go to the nurses office. And when I walked in I was greated with "Do you have a pass?" I started to open my mouth and the nurse quickly snapped, "no pass no service....get your teacher to give you a pass..." I was cracking up, I know I look young (Dr. Andrews in OR says I look 16. Little do they know I'm 28) I said, 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 or your going to the Time Out Room for a week. "Oh Shit!" I said in a mumble...but she 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 was scheduled to be here. I understand Dr. Marcus made arrangements. But, she was doing all her paper work and wasn't hearing a word that I said. I screamed louder, "LADY, I AM NOT A STUDENT. I AM A DOCTOR. Dee Ohh Cee Tee Ohh Rrr. I spelled it out slowly so she got the message. Then I said, if you would stop doing what you were doing for one second you would be able to here me out. My God! I was pissed at this woman. She made me mad. I said, "I'm sorry for screaming at you, but you are unreal. "I'm sorry kid, your still gonna have to go to the principals office. I DON'T BUY IT. I then put one of my business cards in her fat little hand and said, "Nurse, when you need a doctor give me a call. 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 like you before. I thought you were one of the students trying to put one over on me. I said, "No Nurse Rachet" I'm a doctor... "Well in that case right this way..." The boys were scheduled appointments all day. We do the physicals usually in groups of five. I weigh them, get their height first and then they all 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 small talk with the nurse as I went over the medical records of the kids I was about to 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 do my job then would you find yourself another doctor because I'm not going to take anymore of your shit. (Definite Attitude Problem)
The soccer team walked in. There were about 25 kids in all and they were all placed in the first room it was larger, they sat down on the floor and the nurse 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 and said, "Nurse let me do it my way." I went back inside, and she left me alone for the day. First I organized it by calling the role, making sure each person was in the room that should be there, then instead of having the kids start undressing and rushing through it, I figured, I should talk to them first and find out a little bit about them. Also, tell them a little bit about the great things that they are doing for their bodies by playing soccer and also tell them a little bit about drugs, alcohol and the effects they have on playing soccer. I think they appreciated the talk. They got to know me. And I got to know them. I said guys, so that I don't fuck Nurse Rachet's papers up here, I want to do the physicals in the order they appear on this list. Now, to spead things along, all you guys in here should strip down, take off all your clothes including your under pants. And would Allen, Davis, Fineberg and Weinberg step up front here, and if all you guys would stay over on the other side of the room , 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 kids left their underpants on. I didn't want to wisk them away. I wanted to give each of them the time they needed to check them out. Allen was first, he was a shy boy about 15 years old, had a nice torso and beautiful legs. I noticed the guys waiting starting to get hard ons just watching the physicals go on. I checked the boy out, 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 in noticing what was going on because they wanted to see what was going to happen to them or they admired their team mates body. I felt his balls and his penis and later put my finger up his ass to check his prostrate. I then had him piss into a cup (drug testing) I did this all day. I was looking at young bodies 14-18 years old, just checking them out. Feeling hard muscles, nicely developed bodies, putting my finger inside some real tight ass holes.
But these kids looked like they were having a great time. There they were with all 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 they made a face when I fingered their ass hole. They seemed like they enjoyed it so much. I'm sure that I did.
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THE 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 team left the office. This time I decided to make it brief as I wanted to get back to the hospital before p.m. rounds started that night. So I said, Ok guys, my name is Dr. Goldman, let's do these physicals and get them over with ok. To save time guys, why don't you all strip down --take off all your clothes including your underpants, and line up next to each other,
I looked at the guys slowly removing their clothes, their muscles were well developed and they all were very well hung. Good looking kids. OK, whose Fred Andrews?. Fred took a step forward, his dick was hard and wabbling from side to side as he stepped forward. I said, " ok hop up on the table and lay down o n your belly. He did, I examined his spine , and slowly went down to his butt. It was smooth, hairless tight muscular buttocks. I spread his cheeks and looked inside the hole, discovering it being quite sore, I thought to myself but didn't say becaus e I didn't want to embarrass him (yet they all were getting hard standing there watching me pull and poke at their team mates body) "Did you ever try KY ?" But no, I didn't say it. But this kid didn't pass the physical either. I called his parents and had them bring him to the hospital for HLTV tests. This kid was screwing around. He turned over, and I immediately started examining his genitals. They were hard nuts like walnuts, and his penis was a stiff 8 inches long, it was not bruised , just seamed like he was just a bottom man in a fuck buddy party.
Finally, I said, ok next kid.,. Let's see now. Gary Obermeter. Gary stepped forward he was a short kid only 16 years old about 5-5 120 pounds if that. I listened 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 back and placed both hands on top of the piece to minimize the echo. As I did this he squirmed a little bit, felt a little bit uncomfortable and then relaxed. I noticed a murmer but didn't think it was a large one. Nevertheless, I noted the chart. I felt his smooth hairless body from top to bottom, examining the size of his organs to insure that he had enough ribbing and protection around him that he would be safe. He was not a very strong kid, but his body was so smooth and nimble. His ass was like butter, I bent him over and slipped my finger inside it... he wa s clean as a whistle.
By this time, the guys were getting a little rowdy, the physicals were taking a year and a day and I was tired, so I just lined them up, side by side, double rowed, and checked their heart, lungs, genitals, etc. etc. Then, I had them all turnaround ( the remainder) and I checked the prostrate of each and every one of them. I noticed them all getting horney, pulling on their cocks, looking at each other with wrestling eyes. I knew that practice today would be a little different. As they got dressed I noticed them checking each other out, in fact one of them said, (I overheard it) that doctor is a cool dude). That made my day. I left, and went back to the hospital for rounds.
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I just went back to the school to finish the physicals up. Walked into the nurses office and she was as usual nasty as ever. I kept mymouth shut and walked into the room and said, ok guys, what sport do you play guys? It was the baseball team I found out.
I gave them my lecture on drugs and stuff as the nurse watched with utter dismay. I was wide awake yet so very tired cause I was up all night in the Emergency Room pumping some kids stomach out after she tried to kill herself. Then, the nurse said, " Dr. would you get on with it, the LaCrosse Team will be here in exactly 15 minutes. Would you mind." I thought that bitch... (I would have 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 guys just strip down. Drop all your clothes including your underpants. Let's see whose first? Jeffrey Weilder I called out . He was standing in the back and walked up slowly to me still with his undies on. I didn't want to embarrass him. He was a real cute kid only 15 years old. I said to him, just stand here son as I put my stethoscope to my ears. His body trembled so I sat him down on the little bed and began to listen to his heart. He had a very small chest cavity and his skin was very soft and smooth,. I laid him down and ran my hands over his body, I observed many of the players had errections. Gently I brought his pants down below his knees and started to feel his cock and his balls. He wasn't quite fully developed down there. The penis was elongated, however, he didn't have any pubic hair. He was an adorable little boy though, and the guys were looking at him with such horney eyes.,.
I checked his rectum out. He didn't like that at all. But, took my finger like a man. He pulled his pants back up and I said ok lets see if we can move on a little faster now... John Knoller? John was a tall blonde boy about 6-2 he weighed about 180 pounds and was built very well. His body was nicely toned and his 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 screamed in awe as the other guys watched on and felt the vicariousness of the plunge. They couldn't wait for their turn.