doctor work

Doctors work hard, some of them for money, or to help people, or to have a privileged life with high esteem. Many of them make 5 times the average income but some can make 10 or 20 times that amount. American society rewards its doctors more than any other country.

  • difficult romance,  doctor work,  money and wealth

    Doctor with a bright future

    The Trauma Unit on Friday and Saturday nights was an endless procession of drunks with fresh bullet wounds, people hauled off the freeway with faces smashed in from a steering wheel or windshield, and motorcycle casualties with multiple fractures. By 2 am the place would smell like booze, blood, and vomit. Doctors barking orders and people moaning in pain were a chorus against the rhythmic  sigh of sliding doors opening, and gurney wheels squeaking. The clinical rotations ignited a fire inside of Brad. These people need help. Seizing the opportunity, the 3rd year medical student would scrub into surgery every chance he got. Helping the residents by retracting the skin…

  • difficult romance,  doctor work,  personal development

    An application for medical school

    Brad hoped that deciding to become a doctor would impress his pretty 25 year-old college undergraduate adviser. Sitting in front of her little desk in the Behavioral Sciences building, he announced his decision, and she smiled. That helped him get the courage to suddenly ask “Hey Liz, I was wondering if you would go see a movie with me?” Her eyes widened, but she toned it down in a way that many women who get a lot of propositions do. “Sure why not? What movie did you have in mind?” “I’ll find something,” he said. Shy around girls, he was feeling nervous and caught off guard. “How about Friday evening?”…

  • doctor work,  human psychology,  maternal introject,  money and wealth,  personal development,  Superman

    You want to be a doctor? Hahaha

    “You don’t really mean that. You don’t really want to be a doctor.” Natalie looked at him with one eye closed and blew a cloud of smoke at him. She knew he hated that. Then, she laughed. “I mean it, Mom. I made straight As my first year of college, and my undergraduate advisor suggested it. She got me thinking – what better way is there to help people and also be successful? Even help our family.” Brad ignored the foul odor of the cheap cigarettes. Talking about helping the family however, that rang hollow in his ears. But, he had to give her a little credit. She wasn’t a…