My doctor is an angel. Really. My sister told me about him many years ago, and the first time I saw him, I admit my confidence level was not high. He looked like a skinnier, less coordinated, more distracted Bill Gates. Uber geek.
One of the first few times I saw him, I was too sick to come to the office, and he made a house call. Yes, he deserves to be cuddled.
I just got off the phone with his receptionist, thinking I had best book an appointment now for that lump I recently discovered in my breast. It takes weeks to get in to see him because everybody wants to be his patient. He is so caring. I rush through my symptoms at visits because I know he has so many waiting for his time. I often feel sorry for him because he is so busy, and harried. He really wants to do his best and take his time with each and every patient.
His receptionist has been with him from the get go, and she knows her employer well. I expected it would take me about two weeks to get an appointment. She said for me to come in at 6:15pm today. I know he books his last appointment at 5:00 pm. It appears he is seeing extra acute situation patients at a steady clip today.
All I could say to the receptionist was “That poor man.”
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