Woman and MEN (on hold)

CHAPTER 1

Okay... The first thing, when I think of a good weekend activity, only and only great sex comes to my mind. Don't think of me as a sex addict, because I haven't had sex for the last 8 months, but that's the only thing that gets me off my life-eating schedule.

It's not that I don't have to work on weekends, thanks to my job, but the only thing that has still kept me alive for the past 4 years, is the gap of 18 hours that I get on every Saturday. It's pure bliss. Sometimes I can't even wait for it to come. Call me a child but that's the truth. I am sure you'll understand once you see it from my perspective.

I remember once I was so exhausted that I spent all of my time dozing on our rug. And by our, I mean mine and Christine's. Though it was her investment, but I use it in the true sense. Be it for reading, watching movies or, as I already mentioned above, sleeping. Well, being a full time doctor is not easy if you ask me. And that too in one of the leading and the busiest hospitals in all of New York. Yes, I am a doctor, a very proud one that too, as being a resident of Oklahoma and getting a job in a humongous city as this, hmmmm, I will say I have in fact achieved a very hard thing.

But don't think that it's the happiest thing to do either. Because of the never ending array of patients, mostly of them being homicidal or suicidal cases. And all the credit solely goes to the increased rates of goodness in the world, like burglary, intense rivalry and whatnot. Yeah I am shamelessly talking like a philosophical junk-head now because that's what happens when 1) you have worked two nights straight and 2) you have to put up with a shrink like my roommate for 3 goddamn years.

So, coming back to the point of spending those 18 hours was the principal thought occupying my mind.

Yes! I could bake a cake. A chocolate cake! And then eat it all alone. Yes! I was grinning with excitement as I loved chocolate and I dearly loved cooking. And the idea of combining them together seemed just awesome.

I pulled my damp hair, due to the recent shower I had, into a bun. I did not have to use a hair tie, because I have hair long enough to brush my butt. I scurry to the kitchen and start taking out all the ingredients. Just when I take the flour packet out, my phone rings with the ringtone 'Radioactive' with all its might, and I drop the packet on the floor. Fuck!

I jump over the spilled flour to get my phone, and it's from the place I never expected call me at this time, Clintwood Hospitals, the very place where I work, or rather you could say am planning to spend the remaining 75% of my life. I was almost going to press the decline button, but then the inner life saver rose in me, and so I took the call.

'Hello? Dr. Regina Clark speaking.'

Yeah, that's what we, the doctors have to say every single time they call us, even when they know who they are calling. It's like an insurance policy that the hospital has adapted just not to embarrass themselves by passing wrong information to the wrong doctor, if by chance they dial the wrong number, which never happens since all calls are voice operated and they never have to use hands when they want to call someone.

Whatever it is, they sure got the message of me not wanting them to call me by sounding almost as if I am sleep-talking. But before I could end my sentence, I heard a lot of noises in the background on the other side, indicating an emergency patient being brought in.

'I am sorry to call you now Reggie but we really need you right now. There is a serious casualty that just entered now.'

'Okay I'm on my way.'

THE NEXT MOMENT I am driving my wheels out to get to the hospital. It's a good thing nowadays doctors are allowed sirens on their cars in case of emergencies. It's good that my hospital is not very far away from where I live, so I get there in about 10 minutes or so. I try to get out of my car very quickly and, as a result am pulled back violently by my seat belt. Great! That's what I scored after so much of hard work. My breasts being pressed against myself. Then, opening my seat belt slowly, I walk out of the car in a much matured manner and walk a few steps, just to get my head back straight, and then I run towards the emergency entrance.