The other day I had to go and see my new doctor. The old family doctor suffered from a brain tumour and retired recently. So this new one wanted to actually see me in the flesh.
Anyway, there I was on a Friday morning, suffering myself – from lack of sleep – sitting in the waiting room. Eventually I got called it and sat in the hot seat while the doc asked me all sorts of questions and so on, like what medication if any do I take, and my medical background and so on.
Anyway, I happened to mention to this doctor that I had a blog where I occasionally wrote about a seemingly “unnamed feeling” (the name of the blog – but he doesn’t know!). He took down some notes on a pad, but didn’t really respond how I pictured he might; quite disinterested really.
But seeing as there have been others who have talked about seeing a doctor and mentioning it, I thought I would too. It got around to blogging and so on when he asked me if I had any hobbies and interests. I didn’t actually tell him the name of it, or the many names, but I just said that it was likely nothing serious seeing as I’m still alive.
He’s a very thorough doctor; about mid thirties to forty. It’ll be a while before he does us any favours like the old doc did.
It’s like they say: “A new broom sweeps clean”.