I just start a position which I've never done before. By trade I'm a nurse, a floor nurse not an office nurse there is a difference. And now I'm the new Marketing Director for a local medical facility. My boss is a kindly 62yr. old black man. I call him Mr. Sam. He calls me honey. I often wondered why he selected me for this position when I have no back gr...
{I haven't been writing much, and this is written over several long and sometimes miserable months. So, it's partly what is going on, partly what went on, almost like taking notes. I did manage to finish one short tale from a long time ago the other day, but it's not easy considering the upsets. What upsets, you might ask? Lots of stuff, so this is just...
The sound of the huge volume of seed sloshing in my gut seemed deafening in my ears! As I hurried across the reception hall I felt that everyone must be able to hear the caustic, viscous fluid slopping against the walls of my stomach. I took my seat at the main table as I swallowed the last stringy remnants of the pungent liquid. I knew that every male eye...
Deana Sparrow was a nurse in a small mid-western hospital. When she went to work that day, she discovered there was a shortage of aides, so she volunteered to do some of the patient's bed-baths. After gathering some fresh towels and linens, she walked down the hall to her first patient, an older man recovering from a car wreck. His name was Jack Powell, a t...
Oh Shit, Ouch! This is going to hurt. Those were my last thoughts as I felt the rear end of my car slide. Despite my best efforts I could not correct it and I was on a one way ride to the wall of tyres about 10 yards from the edge of the bend. So, what was I doing on a wet Sunday afternoon on a non-descript race circuit in front of a handful of die-hard sp...
When Susan Faraday came to work on the TB ward as a staff nurse I was not aware of her speciality and really was a spirit of light in making life bearable for us guys who had the dreaded illness called tuberculosis. Perched up in the ward conservatory each day in the middle of winter was no fun but in the sixties it was imperative to assist the cure. There...
I was the only male nurse working on the ward at our local hospital. The lack of other male company never worried me as, although I was the butt of any anti-male jokes, I was more than compensated by being the one any of my colleagues (or patients) turned to when they were in the mood for flirting. This was certainly true of my colleague on night duty last...
Louise looked up from the patient's file at the end of the ward bed and looked the young man over. "Anything to report?" The man lay on his back gazing up at the white ceiling. "I'm fine," he mumbled, most likely bored out of his mind from such a long in-patient stay. Louise sighed and brushed a rouge bang from her forehead as she wrote in the thick folder...
In the previous chapter When a picture isn't good enough you finally learnt of my love for Izzy and how I was left crying on the steps waving her goodbye. This may be the last episode in this series since I'm within six months of coming up to date. Again many thanks to all those offering encouragement. * With Izzy gone, my life felt empty so, 'booting-up'...
Let me tell you about the last time I was in hospital. I had been in a minor car accident in which I had been knocked unconscious and was being kept in for observation. I was sharing a large room with three other patients, each of us having one corner of the room to ourselves which could be separated off by curtains. My story relates to the special care I re...