I was scanning through Samual Johnson's medical notes whilst I sat in the passenger seat of Margaret's car on the way to his house. It is always best to look at the patient's medical history before going to see them. This way you know more about them, and the reason for your visit(s) before you arrive.
Margaret was also chatting to me about Sam, explaining in more detail about what had happened to him. She explained that he was a 29 year old guy who had a motorbike accident and was in hospital for several weeks, due to a very badly damaged leg. They had managed to save it during surgery, and repair broken bones, etc, but now he was home. Although he wasn't yet back at work, he still needed the community district nurses to go twice a week on Mondays and Thursdays to change the dressings. This is where we came in. Today was Monday and my first day on the job.
Margaret had been going to Sam's house for about 2 months now. Each nurse had their own regular patients, which was great, as it made the patients more relaxed, and a good relationship could be formed between them. Now Margaret was retiring in 2 weeks, I was to take over from her. For the last 2 weeks of her job I was to go with her, learn about the patients, and what she did to each of them, so I could easily take over without problems.
I had just started the job the previous month, and after the numerous amounts of paper work, and legal jargon, I was able to go alone and have my own patients, of which I was eager to do. Being a male nurse does have it drawbacks, but then again there aren't many male district nurses about, and so a lot of male patients prefer this. I thought it would be wise in the beginning to tell the bosses about my sexuality, get it all out in the open so there would be no surprises when I talked about relationships with men (which was bound to happen sometime). They weren't at all bothered by this, but did warn me that a few of the older male patients wouldn't approve (due to different generations), so not to go flaunting my 'gayness' about when not necessary. This was fine by me, but I said I wouldn't deny it if they asked.
It wasn't as if I was a feminine gay guy, in fact quite the opposite. Not at all butch, but just a regular average looking 26yr old guy, average swimmers type build with a bit of muscle from working out at the gym, 5ft 10, short brown hair and blue eyes. I wasn't in a relationship at the time, having broken up with my boyfriend 2 weeks beforehand.
Anyway, so Margaret was still chatting away as we parked outside Sam Johnson's house. It was a normal semi detached house, appeared well kept and looked after (from the outside anyway). You tend to have your opinions when you visit patients and what they are like, especially from the way their house is on the outside and in. We got out of the car, and headed up the path. Margaret stopped me and casually said.
"You will like him, he's cute!" with a wink.
I tutted, shook my head and walked behind her. She knocked on the door and walked in, calling out to him that we were there. (A lot of the patients left their door open when they were expecting us).
"Usual place Margaret." A male voice shouted out.
I walked inside behind her and turned in to what was the main sitting room. I looked up to where Sam was sitting and almost gasped. Well, cute wasn't the word for it....unbelievably fucking beautiful was more like it!
There he was this hunk, this Adonis, sat in a comfy chair with his leg up on a stool, ready and waiting to be attended to. He had the most gorgeous, perfect features, piercing dark eyes, the most kissable lips, short black hair, and as my eyes traveled downwards, what looked like a nice toned chest under that black t-shirt he was wearing. I could also see his nice shapely toned legs, as he was wearing a pair of shorts. He appeared to be about my height or maybe an inch or two more. He smiled at Margaret, and then turned to look at me as I followed behind and came out of my trance. I tried hard not to stare and show the lust on my face, but Margaret could see it straight away. It's a good job he didn't catch me staring. All I could think about was how I was supposed to concentrate on my job when he would be looking at me the whole time. 'This is going to be difficult' I thought.
"Sam, this is Jake, who will be taking over from me when I finish." Margaret said.
She smiled at us both, then as we both smiled at each other and said hello, she carried on.
"Now Jake, why don't you get Sam's stuff together which is kept in the kitchen, while I get myself ready here. Sam has a shower before we come, so we don't have to remove the dressings. It just makes it easier for us in the mornings."
I nodded and walked to the kitchen to grab the big box of dressings, then walked back in to find them making small talk about the previous weekend and such.
