I’m Only a Third-Year Medical Student
I’m only a third-year medical student.
The other day, as I was approaching my apartment complex, I noticed a long line of people waiting to enter the front door. Apparently, a new tenant was moving in, and the movers were blocking the entranceway as they precariously tried to fit a 3 1/2 foot wide couch through the 4 foot wide portal. As I got closer, the man at the front of the line peered up and saw me. I was dressed in my spotless white coat, and had my sparkling stethoscope dangling around my neck. “Make way, make way. Let the Doctor through,” he exclaimed, “He’s a very busy man, and he’s got a lot of important things to do.” The people stepped back, the portal opened, and I shyly stepped through.
I’m only a third-year medical student.
The other day, I was at the ATM, waiting to withdraw my weekly allowance. The woman in front of me was having problems with the machine as it failed to give her the money she requested. Upset and frustrated, the woman approached a nearby teller to complain. “Excuse me,” she stated, “this machine is broken. I there anything you can do to fix it?” The teller abruptly responded, “Listen lady, I just work here. You’re going to have to call the telephone number on the machine if you want some help.” The woman ejected her card and briskly walked away. As I turned to leave, I caught the teller’s eye. I was dressed in my spotless white coat, and had my sparklikng stethoscope dangling around my neck. The teller quickly jumped out from behind his desk and stated, “Don’t worry Doc, this will only take a second.” He proceeded to press a few keys on the ATM, and after three beeps, he stepped aside. “All ready to go,” he said. I inserted my card, withdrew my cash, and shyly walked away.
I’m only a third-year medical student.
The other day, on the way home from work, I stopped by a corner pantry to buy some milk and eggs. An elderly man stepped around the corner, and I immediately recognized him. He was one of the patients I had seen earlier that week at Urology clinic. He had recently been cured of prostate cancer. His face brightened up as he approached me. I was dressed in my spotless white coat, and had my sparkling stethoscope dangling around my neck. “Hey everyone,” he shouted, “This is my Doctor. He’s the best in all of Chicago.” He then whispered in my ear, “Listen, I own this place. If you ever need anything. Money, food, anything. Just stop by and let me know.” I thanked him, paid for my purchases, and shyly left the store.
I’m only a third-year medical student.
The other day, I was driving home after a night on call. I was anxious to get to bed, and paid no heed to the speed limit signs that were posted. A police officer caught me and pulled me over. “Where are you in such a hurry to get to?” he asked. I replied, “I’m sorry, officer. I was just on call at the hospital, and I wanted to get home before I fell asleep at the wheel.” The police officer peered in the window to see if my story checked out. I was dressed in my spotless white coat, and had my sparkling stethoscope dangling around my neck. He said, “All right, go on. But next time slow it down a bit.” I said thank you, rolled up my window, and shyly drove away.
I’m only a third-year medical student.
The other day, I was in my car with some of my friends. We were on our way to watch a movie. As we were driving on the expressway, we witnessed a horrible accident take place. My friends excitedly asked, “Hey, shouldn’t we stop and help them? You’re a doctor aren’t you?” I was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. I veered away, kept on driving, and shyly responded, “I’m only a third-year medical student.”