The Doctor's Destiny: Selma's Unveiling: contos, #1

By jessica diogo

Discover the tale of Dr. Selma Teller, a compassionate healer with a heart as vast as the challenges she faces. Dive into the world of medicine, where every patient holds a story waiting to be heard, and every diagnosis brings a new puzzle to solve. Follow Selma as she navigates the complexities of her profession, from soothing the worries of elderly patients to unraveling the mysteries of her own family's history.

But the journey doesn't stop there. Join Selma as she receives an unexpected call that changes everything she thought she knew about herself. As she delves into her past, she uncovers secrets long buried, leading her on a quest for truth and connection. Through the highs and lows of her personal and professional life, Selma discovers the power of love, resilience, and the bonds that tie us together.

From the halls of the hospital to the quiet moments of reflection, Selma's story will captivate your heart and leave you longing for more. Experience the warmth of human connection, the thrill of discovery, and the triumph of the human spirit in this unforgettable tale of love, loss, and redemption. Dr. Teller's journey is one you won't soon forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: jessica diogo
• Release date: Apr 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224946501

jessica diogo

Ricardo Almeida is a writer and journalist, graduated in the Brazilian city of João Pessoa in 2007. He specializes in investigative journalism. In addition to his journalistic work, he is a speaker and writer. It shares its knowledge at conferences, workshops and publications, with the aim of disseminating information about society. Your commitment is to help others achieve a balanced and meaningful life.

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The Doctor's Destiny: Selma's Unveiling

The Doctor's Destiny: Selma's Unveiling

Dr. Teller can I talk to you?

A woman in a warm flannel robe draped over her night shirt, peeked into the ward.

Selma Teller tore herself away from another medical history.

Yes, Mrs. Laura Randall.

Selma my blood pressure is high, side Laura.

Could you give me a pill?

Alright ask the girls at the station, okay?

Selma smiled.

They'll give you what you need.

But they won't.

Laura shrugged, I asked.

They refused.

Can you sort this out?

Selma nodded in response.

Fine, go to your room.

I'll bring you the pills.

Thank you doctor, I'm counting on you.

I'll be waiting for you, the pressure is bothering me and the weather today is terrible.

Selma understood.

The woman just wanted to talk, nothing to be done about it.

Many elderly patients lack companionship so they try to compensate for this need during

their hospital stays.

Yes, the weather is truly awful.

Selma glanced out the window, it was drizzling and she had left her umbrella at home.

Hopefully the rain would stop before her shift ended, only an hour left.

Lord, she was tired.

But it's okay, three days off we're ahead.

And Robin would be back.

How she missed him.

Well then, I'll be waiting for you dear, said Laura, try to get the medication, this

pressure is worrying me.

Selma promised to get the tablet the best one.

The patient smiled even wider and disappeared behind the door.

Selma finished filling out the medical history, leaned back on the uncomfortable chair and

closed her eyes.

She wanted to sleep terribly.

The night was restless busy, nothing serious luckily, just the usual troubles.

Once stomach hurts, someone's blood pressure, or just a patient can't sleep before surgery

and decides to chat with the doctor.

Nothing, just have to get through the meeting and then go home.

Wait for Robin.

Selma went to the station, nurse Teresa convinced her that Laura Randall's blood pressure was

fine and she definitely didn't need any pills.

I measured her blood pressure three times, Teresa protested, and she doesn't believe

it.

When hers is higher than the tenometer shows, she feels it, she's getting on my nerves.

Selma pulled the tenometer out of the cabinet standing at the station.

Teresa, get some vitamin B, I'll give it to her and say it's for nerves, and I don't

lie, she always gets her blood pressure back to normal with vitamins.

A placebo effect?

Teresa chuckled, handing Selma the vitamins.

I admire your patients.

Why admire, Selma said, it's easier to negotiate with the patient than to argue.

Fifteen minutes later, Laura Randall's blood pressure returned to normal, at least, Laura

herself believe so, and Selma endured the meeting, trying not to yawn and keep her eyes

open.

It wasn't easy for her, she felt like she was about to fall off her chair.

She needed to drink some awful coffee from the vending machine.

The taste was disgusting, but at least she would get a dose of caffeine.

Finally, Selma was allowed to go home.

She quickly changed clothes, said goodbye to her colleagues, and rushed off.

Robin would be back the day after tomorrow, so she needed to get some rest and then run

to the store.

There was nothing in the fridge.

When Robin was away on business, Selma always felt lazy to cook and would just eat sandwiches

or frozen pizza, but she believed in pampering her husband.

That's why she always cooked homemade meals for him.

Robin highly appreciated her culinary skills and always said how lucky he was to have her.

Although Selma herself was sure he wasn't that lucky, but she, on the other hand, felt

like she had hit the jackpot, she was just ordinary, not particularly beautiful, slim,

with no appealing curves.

Selma was short, with a pale face and unremarkable features.

While with makeup, Selma learned to accentuate those features, and she did quite well.

But where would she wear makeup?

Only to work.

She didn't have the time or energy for it.

Her hair was the only lucky part, long, thick, light, brown, slightly wavy.

At work, she wore it up in a bun, but at home she let it down.

And Robin always complimented her, calling her his mermaid.

Selma melted at his words.

Mermaid, come on!

They met a year ago.

Selma had already given up hope of meeting the right man.

By that time, she was 30, and she believed that at that age, her chances were practically

nil.

How many young and beautiful girls were around?

Thousands.

But Selma didn't want to marry the first guy she met.

She sincerely couldn't understand women who only needed a man in the house, and she decided

for herself that she would either find the right one or remain alone.

However, Selma didn't mind being alone.

She loved her job, and solitude didn't bother her.

On the contrary, she enjoyed having so much free time.

She could read, learn, attend seminars, or simply stroll through the city, sipping coffee

and eating ice cream while admiring the well-dressed passersby.

But she still wanted love.

She didn't even know what it was exactly.

And she didn't have any examples in front of her.

Selma didn't know her father.

Her mother raised her alone.

In school, she was hopelessly in love with a young physics teacher who, naturally, paid

no attention to her.

Then Selma enrolled in medical school.

She had no free time there at all.

Selma was either studying another chapter from a textbook, doing practical work at the hospital,

or preparing for exams.

Later she got a job where she sometimes had to work for two days straight.

Selma spent her weekend sleeping, helping her mother, and improving her own qualifications.

After all, there was so much new information available.

There were seminars and articles and scientific journals, so Selma simply didn't have the

opportunity to look for a boyfriend.

Besides, all the male doctors at the hospital where she worked were already married.

One, admittedly tried to court her, but Selma firmly rejected him.

Being someone's mistress wasn't for her.

But last year completely changed everything in her life.

First, her mother died, simply