Visits to the doc are often not much fun, are they? The smell of disinfectants, the sombre mood and the grim looking nurses...can get quite scary. But sometimes it is possible to find a little bit of amusement in these very solemn situations as well.
Just yesterday I too my companion to the doc...all those well versed with Harry Potter would know what happens when a dementor happens to be around. Well, that is exactly the feeling I got the minute I stepped into the hospital. I could literally see wisps of happiness floating out of me and bidding me good bye.
However I went on bravely and entered the doctor's cabin to find a pudgy man eyeing both of us with his beady eyes. He prodded my companion on his back and closed his eyes in serious contemplation.
We almost leant forward in anticipation waiting for the esteemed gentleman to utter the holy words. But all that we got was a prolonged "hmmmm"
Sinking back into our seats again, we waited breathlessly for some sign of coversation. He opened his mouth again to say something....our hearts raced waiting for words of wisdom....but once again dissapointment. Finally the gentleman opened his eyes and said quietly "X-Ray" And with that we were bundled out of the room and led to the lab.
And before you could say "doctor" we were back again in his cabin, seated in the same seats waiting with even more anticipation. His gaze fluttered from the X-Ray to my companion and back and then back again as if trying to make a connection between the pic of the spine and the man. Finally assuring himself that the spine indeed looked like it belonged to the person seated in front of him, he closed his eyes once again and we had lost him once again to the maze of his thoughts. But just then one more pearl emerged from the deep recesses of his throat, "Blood Test". Like waiting for a judgement we kept hankering for some more information, but all we got was "Come back on Saturday". We were ushered out of the room, no more wiser about the thing ailing my companion than we were when we had entered the cabin.
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Interesting ... almost reminds me of the time when my brother got a peice of glass in his foot and we went to the nearest nursing home. And there they were, three surd gentlemen - trying hard to supress the glee of finally having a patient to experiment on. Silence descended as the three
'doctors' tried to figure out how 2 remove the offending object. Then, the scapels came out and all we could heard was grunts n heaves n an occasional grrr as they worked on the glass for over an hour - Persistence paid off and the three burly gentlemen came out - holding the glass as a piece of trophy - Ahh . Doctors visits r nt always boring .
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