Life-changing News

You go to the doctor for a regular checkup and she gives you some life-changing news. Write this scene.

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  1. kathleenmagner

    Irene dove into my chart again.

    “Do….”

    Frowning, she flipped through the tabbed pages a second time. She seemed to find whatever number, ailment or past injury she wanted and hummed, a long sound full of speculation.

    I squirmed on the examination table, the paper sheet crinkling against the cloth of my scrubs and the curves of my naked body underneath. She’d already inspected me inside and out, but at her thoughtful grunt, I suddenly felt exposed.

    “Doctor?”

    Glancing up from the pages, Irene collected herself with an apologetic smile. “Do you have a second?”

    “Sure,” I said, in no rush to return to the blueprints and to-do list waiting for me at the firm, “what for?”

    “I need to check on something.” She drifted to the door. “But I’ll be right back.”

    “Okay.” I gulped and forced my tongue to ask the question no one wants to ask their physician. “Is everything all right?”

    “I think so.”

    Her half grin failed to reassure my heart which started sprinting as if to attempt my first attack.

    “Go ahead and get dressed,” said Irene.

    She swept through the curtain and then the door and I jolted when it closed with a snap, like the bars of a cage. The curtain hushed into stillness and I tried to mimic its drooping calm.

    Hopping off the examination table, I focused on my pile of clothes and in sequence began donning on each layer meant for the snowy outdoors rather than the sterile interior. The turtleneck and corduroys provided a snug defense and, after lacing my boots, I plopped back onto the dented paper seat marked with my backside.

    Swinging my legs, I perused the brochures about ailments I hoped to never contract, the labeled drawers, the biohazard box, the lamps and jars of swabs, anything to avoid letting my thoughts wander.

    “You’re fine,” I whispered, wishing speaking to myself sounded less crazy.

    Smoothing the wrinkles from my shirt, I homed in on every passerby striding past the door with the squish of thick soled sneakers, clomp of snow boots, or clack of heels. The scale outside squeaked when someone’s height and weight were taken, the scribble of the nurse’s pen overriding their hushed discussion. Another door slammed. Someone laughed. Computer keys tapped with information being input into their new electronic system. All of it seemed to spin around me like a top, with me in the center, watching the world going by and waiting for it to stop.

    I jumped again when Irene knocked.

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  2. TCormier

    I sat on the examining table waiting for the doctor to come in and perform my annual physical, the music barely drowned out the little baby screaming in the exam room next to me. Poor thing, I remembered those days and was thankful they were long gone. After the doctor completed my physical; she typed in my electronic medical record, then turned to me.

    “I’ m going to run some bloodwork,” the doctor said, “I want to check your blood levels and your vitamin D count.”

    See, I was prone to anemia and vitamin D deficiencies, so that was the norm. “Fine,” I said, “I’ll go over and have it done right after I leave here. Three days later I got a call from my doctor’s office.

    “We received the results of your bloodwork,” the voice over the phone said.

    “And…,” I hesitated. Normally they don’t call unless something shows up on the results.

    “The doctor would like to see you again. Can you come in today?”

    Wondering what could possibly be wrong I replied, “sure how about in fifteen minutes?”

    “Great we’ll you see then,” said the voice on the line and then hung up.

    Now all sorts of thoughts were running through my mind. Do I have cancer? Am I anemic again? Was I diabetic? I made it to the doctor’s office within fifteen minutes. The nurse escorted me to the doctor’s private office. There she was sitting at her desk going over my test results. She looked at me and noticed I was nervous.

    “Please, sit down,” she said. “I have gone over these results several times making sure I have read them correctly.” She took a deep breath, and then started asking some questions. “Who is living at home with you? Have you been dating anyone? Have you had any fainting spells?” the doctor paused waiting for me to answer.

    She knew that I remained a single mom, after the loss of my soul mate. She knew that I had two wonderful children at home. Fainting spells, and why would she ask me if I was dating anyone?? “Why,” I asked her with a perplexed look on my face.

    “Because your bloodwork came back positive,” she paused. “You’re pregnant!” The color must’ve immediately drained from my face because; she called in the nurse to bring me some water and proceeded to ask me if I needed to lie down.

    After a moment of shock, I managed to ask, “How? I mean I know how it happens, but how did it happen?”

    “Well,” she started, “you are about four weeks along. Do you remember being with anyone four weeks ago?”

    “No,” I replied almost crying. “I haven’t been with anyone since I lost my husband three months ago. I don’t understand. How is this possible?”

    The whole car ride home, I wondered how it could’ve happened, how do I explain this to my children and who was the father???

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