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Post by Troy Ramirez on Jun 3, 2009 16:15:47 GMT -5
Troy was starting his first day at the hospital and he was quite pleased to be working again. As he made his way to the front a nurse stopped him. "So you're the new doctor, Dr. Ramirez?" she asked. Troy nodded as she handed him a chart. "Maria Diaz is here for a TB test." Troy nodded and said Okay thank you nurse..... "Espinoza, I'll have to come with you; to translate, she only speaks Spanish." The two of them walked out as a woman came up to them. "This is Ms. Diaz, Doctor." Nurse Espinoza said. Troy held out his hand and said in SpanishHi, Ms. Diaz, i'm Dr. Ramirez and I'll be giving you your TB test. So if you can follow me, we;ll get this done right away. She nodded and went into the back with them.
Troy gave her the test and said, Now you'll have to come back in two weeks for the results, well that be a problem for you?
She shook her head and walk out with Nurse Espinoza. Nurse Espinoza came back and stood in the doorway. "I'm impressed and that almost never happens." Troy smirked and said, Well it would be a little sad to have a father who can speak Spanish and not be able to speak it myself. plus I can speak French, Italian, and Portuguese. Nurse Espinoza smiled and as she walked away she said, We're going to get some good mileage out of you doctor."
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Post by Wild Thing on Jun 3, 2009 17:06:56 GMT -5
(not bashing your multi-lingual capabilities, but use other languages sparingly. non-english languages violate proboard's terms of use. my friend had her site deleted b/c she used Gaelic on her site.)
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Post by Troy Ramirez on Jun 3, 2009 19:33:52 GMT -5
(thanks for telling me. I didn't even know that.)
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Post by Quickdraw on Jun 5, 2009 0:06:44 GMT -5
"If you think I'm wearing that, you have to be insane," said Marcy, crossing her arms across her chest. There was no way she was going to undress and wear a hospital gown for something as simple as a check-up. It had no back, and the nurse had told her that the doctor was a man. Was this how the doctors got their jollies? Looking at teenage girls behinds?
"Fine. I don't care," replied the nurse, exasperated. She dropped the white gown in front of Marcy. "You can wear your clothes underneath. Happy now?"
Marcy unfolded her arms but kept her glaring eyes looking straight the direction of the nurse. She picked the gown up and delicately donned the gown without cracking a smile. She allowed the nurse to have this compromise, but she wouldn't let the nurse have the satisfaction of a positive attitude.
"They don't pay me enough," muttered the nurse. She paused and turned around. "Dr. Ramirez will be in shortly. Let him deal with you." She left, leaving Marcy to wait for Dr. Ramirez.
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Post by Troy Ramirez on Jun 5, 2009 12:36:39 GMT -5
Troy entered the room with a friendly smile on his face. Marcy Cain, hi I'm Dr. Ramirez. Troy sat in a chair next to the examination table. He noticed that she was wearing a gown over her clothes. You can just toss that gown aside, I know the nurses say you have to wear one in here, but between you and me; some of them can shove these gowns where the sun don't shine. Troy take out a pen and prepares to write. Now what bring you in today? Troy asked.
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Post by Quickdraw on Jun 5, 2009 15:12:58 GMT -5
Marcy carefully untied the gown and placed it on the seat next to her. She didn't trust this doctor. He seemed a little too friendly. She figured that he was just trying to play nice so that he could coax her into doing what he said. Well, she was smarter than that.
"You're the doctor," she replied, crossing her arms again. "Don't they pay you to know what I'm here for?"
She wasn't going to make this easy for him. That was for sure. Still, she was glad that he was young. He would probably be a little less pigheaded than some pompous old guy.
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Post by Troy Ramirez on Jun 5, 2009 17:49:45 GMT -5
Troy got a more serious look on his face after her comment. Yeah well, no matter what they pay me, I like my job. I was just simply asking is there anything you need beside a check up.
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Post by Quickdraw on Jun 5, 2009 20:58:30 GMT -5
She shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to stay here longer because some incompetent doctor thought she wanted some extra procedures. She wanted to go back to the manor as soon as possible. She wasn't in a patient mood. Marcy didn't really understand why she had to be here anyway. She wasn't sick. She wasn't injured. Why go to the doctor then? Quickdraw believed in efficiency, and clearly, this was an unnecessary visit.
"Let's just get this over with," she said, sighing.
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Post by Troy Ramirez on Jun 5, 2009 22:48:06 GMT -5
Troy put his pen away and stood up I've tried to be nice, but I guess you don't understand kindness, there's the door; you can see yourself out. Troy started out, but stopped in the doorway. If and when you have a better attitude you can come back and see me, I'm always here from 9-6. Troy walked away.
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Post by Quickdraw on Jun 6, 2009 22:29:31 GMT -5
"Tu hablas español como un gringo que está vomitando," she muttered. He spoke the most horrible Spanish she had ever heard in her entire life. Her father had her take lessons in Spanish so that she would be prepared to be a part of the Border Patrol, so she was fairly versed in it. She wasn't fluent, but she knew the difference between a native speaker and a guy who took Spanish for half a year and considered himself God. Who was this clown, anyway? She had overheard him speaking to the woman in the other room. The poor woman probably had no idea what he was saying. She hoped that she didn't end up with bad medicine or something.
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Post by Troy Ramirez on Jun 6, 2009 23:01:34 GMT -5
those she was talking under her breath he still heard her on the wind. Nurse, make sure that girl leaves; by herself or with help I could care less, I just want her gone. The nurse nodded and called for security as Troy walked back to the room and he stopped and without even looking at her he said, He entendido lo que ha dicho, he estado hablando español desde que tenía diecisiete años, a diferencia de lo que suena como una puta de crack francés tratando de hablar el Then he looked towards her So stop trying to insult me and the nurses and go.
(if that too low I edit it.)
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Post by Quickdraw on Jun 6, 2009 23:25:20 GMT -5
She started to giggle. Was he joking? What kind of Spanish speaker ended a sentence with the word "el"? That was like ending a sentence with the word "the." He obviously had no idea what he was talking about.
Chuckling, she stood up and began walking to the door. She really didn't care much about sitting around and watching him make an ass of himself, as entertaining as that would be. "Alright, I'll go. Good luck learning Spanish from watching Dora the Explorer. And by the way, crack is cocaína in Spanish."
With that, she politely pranced straight to the door and shut it gently, leaving the doctor behind.
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Post by Troy Ramirez on Jun 7, 2009 0:25:15 GMT -5
A nurse walked up to Troy as the girl pranced out the office and Troy smiled and looked at the nurse and the door. There's no Spanish word for "crack", "cocaina" is Spanish for cocaine, which is a totally different drug from crack;[ and this is why I am the doctor and you well....it don't matter. troy walked down the hall. I'm on break, call me if something important comes up.
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