The white coat love

We doctors have a law: doctors date doctors. Sometimes we break the law. This is for those exceptions!

There are things about us you won’t be able to resist;

Our scrubs, when we walk out of the emergency room and you are waiting for us, we have a dinner to get to. Its Sparta! And we are your heroes!

Our genuine desire to help everyone around us. Almost angelic!

We work nights and days so when it comes to stamina noone can beat us!

Not all of us are as hot as McSteamy or Izze Stevens. But we make up for that! We NEVER disappoint!

We pick up on the little things, and cure it before it becomes surgical! And if does get to that we always have the scalpel in our pockets! (We ain’t killing noone, we just make the problem disapper, sometimes we manage to leave no scars!)

But we are twisted in many ways;

We love Hippocrates but there are times when we bend and contort his words to cover our asses!

We will mess up both professionally and personally. We are human. We will be caught because we are not shifty enough to hide our blunders!

We take our jobs seriously, and you will always be the second on our list! You could have been third so quit whining.

And there are somethings that might annoy you;

We think we are above you, but we are! Darling med school ain’t no walk in the park! And take it as a compliment that the lives of so many are in competent hands!

We have those ungodly hours, on call every other night. There will always be (hot) nurses, (hot) residents, (hot) interns and (hot) collegues. Compared to the opportunities we get, we slip up fewer times than anyone else.

We may not be shrinks, but we did our psych postings. We label them bipolars, schizophrenics, obssessive compulsive or just plain psychotic. You will be labeled at some point of time. It is inevitable and once done indelible.

We know every body lies. And we will doubt, we will poke and prod, till we know the truth!

We love our alone time. Period.

We don’t have a lot of time for candellight dinners and chardonnay. Beating around the bush annoys us. A heads up; we like our bubbly in bed or better a hot tub!

But don’t give up on us. We are dreamers, that is why we became doctors. We need you to remind us of that part of us. We love with every myocyte in our heart. We trust with every neuron in our body. And we chose you because you are the missing sequence in our genome!

Just a small town girl

Dear small town boy,

I grew up where you did amidst familiar faces, dusty lanes, nights so silent you could hear the wind whistling through the trees. Parents who told us there is a bad-bad world out there, and they will shield us from it. Friends who pulled us to our feet each time life kicked our behinds! We both get nostalgic with the raindrops on our face and the scent of wet mud. The sound of a koyal cooing reminds us of home.

But I am different from the girls you know. The thought of a girl as bold as me intimidates you. I don’t wear a veil over my head, that doesn’t make me brassy. I fight for what I believe in, that doesn’t make me audacious. I ask if we can hang out sometime, that doesn’t make me desperate! I swear like there is no tomorrow, that doesn’t make me brazen.

Maybe you can’t understand why I am not uptight like your mirage of a small town girl. But I want you to know my eyes get misty, my heart skips a beat, my face reddens, I smile with my eyes.

A person is like a book, they always have a cover and a story. Maybe someday you decide to read mine and realise we aren’t so different you and I.

Yours now and forever,
small-town girl