Daniel

Chart in hand, stomach in throat, I approached the throngs of gyn patients scattered across the waiting room. I called the name of my first patient, in my first clinical rotation, for my first exam.

“Ms. Nixon!” I called.

Nothing…

“Ms. Nixon!”

Back in the corner, the largest, tallest, widest woman in the room stirred. She shuffled over to me with a stern look, “they didn’t tell me they’d be no MAN doctah!”

“No problem Mam, I’ll get you a female doctor in one second.” I said relieved.

“Tha’s alright, son.” She said, taking me by the arm with a broad smile and almost pushing me towards the exam room. “You’re cute!”