Hi…My name is Mandy, and am in love with my doctor.
It all started when I woke up to a burning sensation in my chest one morning. At first I ignored it, thinking it was nothing serious, and that it will disappear. But it persisted to the point that I began to find it hard to breath.
Mum was beside herself with worry. She had told me to see the doctor when it first started, but I ignored her. And so she put her foot down and made me go.
See the thing with me is..i hate hospitals and I hate drugs. One would think growing up in a hospital I would be used to this by now. truth was, I was just tired…tired of pumping myself full with different medications to help me stay alive, all I wanted was just to be normal and lead a normal life. Why must I take meds for every little thing? Why can’t I be like the rest of my siblings? Why, why, why???!!!.
I see I got you all confused when I talked about “growing up in the hospital”…here, let me explain. The thing is I have leukemia. Sucks right? Yea..all my life I have had to take precautions about what I eat, and basically how to live my life. I literally grew up in the hospital because of frequent attacks from my health condition.
Most times I was placed on certain medications that help me stay strong. That is until my body starts to reject it and then a new one is prescribed.
Sooo..back to the story. Mum wasn’t taking any chances and I had to go. On getting there, I noticed it wasn’t the usual doctor on call but a different one. The old one had been transferred. Oh well…guess he will have to do. Several tests where taken, plus xray scans.
It was there we noticed I was having issues with my lungs!! One of my lungs had fallen apart!!!.. I sat wide eyed, staring at the doctor, mouth agape…trying to process what he was saying. I mean I was hearing him but my mind was finding it hard to register anything. WTF!!!! A collapsed long??? This can’t be happening. These are things you see in a movie. Surely it doesn’t happen in real life. How can one person suffer this much? How? When? These were the thoughts running in my mind. My mind was in turmoil. I didn’t realise I had began to cry. This is it….I was gonna die. Goodbye world. Large pearls of water were just dropping, I was staring unseemly into space. Didn’t notice when the doctor had come around to my side and had his arm around me trying to comfort me. Assuring me everything was gonna be fine.
It was then I turned to look at him. He had glasses on which made his eye seem bigger, oval face itched with concern and worry, long pointed nose, thin lips pressed together. My gaze wondered back to his face again, studying him more. He had nice caring black eyes, clean shaved face and low cut hair and he really smelled nice.
There was nothing really special about his looks, I mean you couldn’t say he was drop dead gorgeous. I guess he was just normal looking. I didn’t notice when I the tears stopped coming. I found myself nodding to something he was saying, taking a deep breath I wiped my tears.
He explained that because of the collapsed lung I have been finding it difficult to breath, and because I didn’t know about it I have been going about everything normal which has put a strain on the other lung causing it to work overtime trying to keep up, because it was now doing the work of two. He took his time to explain things to me, breaking it to a level even a child would understand.
Tests also showed that my immune system was down. He had to place me on admission, you know the usual drill.
During my time there, Dr George Kokelu made sure I got the best medical care. He took his time assessing me, asking me questions and writing some of the stuffs down in my file. (the medical stuffs) he also asked some personal stuffs too. And mehn could he ask them.
I noticed Dr Kokelu was different from the other docs I have met. He takes his time to create a rapport with his patients, making them comfortable and interacting with them like he was talking to his buddies. I liked that in him. And he made me laugh a lot which I liked doing. I guess he was trying to take my mind off the situation on ground, and I was glad.
He wasn’t like other docs who come in with stern faces and superior carriage, do their jobs and go. He tackles the matter from the root.
While at the hospital, after a series of drips and injections. I went to sleep. That was when I had a dream about my doctor. An erotic dream at that!!!
Omg!!! I woke up with a start, hot and bothered. I looked around and found the Doctor beside my bed checking my drip, he turned and looked at me with a weird look on his face, then asked
“are you alright?” to which I answered yes..he said he heard me making noises and he came over to check if I was ok.
I blushed and looked away. But my eyes kept straying to him as he made his rounds, watching him closely.
I couldn’t believe I had a wet dream about my doctor!!!!……
Later that day I was discharged and went home. I had the same dream again that night. I woke up the next morning with the doctor in mind.
All morning I was getting ready for work I kept replaying the moments I had spent with the doctor, his smile was amazing it lights up his eye. And that glasses of his looks cute perched on his nose. I decided the doctor was cute after all. I made a mental note to see him that day. Which I did, and we spent time talking and it was amazing.
After that day I kept seeing the doctor, to him it was a friendly visit, but to me it was so much more!! Oh how I wish he knew it. I keep fantasizing on how he will notice how in love I am with him one day and how he will give me a knee shaking kiss, which will leave me breathless.
The Doctor became my crush, my drug, my addiction. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Am sure everyone in the clinic knew I was in love
with him but him. He was so clueless it was cute. Another reason I couldn’t stay away.