I've had a sore throat - lingering, simmering and annoyingly persistent. So I went to see my doctor. When I say 'my' doctor.. it's more a case of 'a' doctor. I go so very infrequently that I don't think I've seen the same doctor more than once and this time was no different.
Walking to the waiting room I near bumped into a rather tall strapping and good looking GP. We apologised as polite people do and took our respective paths only to come to the same entrance at the other side of the waiting room. He - Doctor, Me - Patient.
Immediate rapport, common ground established as we chuckled our way into his consulting room. I smiled at the thought of having such an excellent view whilst my rebellious tonsils were being examined. As a good friend often says 'Who wouldn't be delighted by that?' Certainly not me.
And then it happened.... mid consultation Doc S started chatting to me in a very familiar tone, and so he continued until eventually I had no choice but to confess by saying "I'm so sorry but I think you're mistaking me for someone else... you see I don't know you at all". He looked at me and grinned (I experienced a leg wobble at that point and thoroughly pleasant it was too!) Then he said "But I get your emails" I must've looked blank 'cos he continued "From RCGP - your emails!"
Ah I see... apparently he recognised my name on his e-bulletins that are sent out from the Faculty. And because of the conversational story tone of my emails, he felt like he knew me. Not content with leaving it there, he then proceeded to tell me all about his interest in training and this mushroomed into telling me about his wife (who was becoming a GP after 10+years as a registrar in the hospital) and that she had to start from scratch and that this was frustrating and that he had joined using the iMAP route and that he lived in Aberdeen which they liked and that this suited his wee one (who's art work was very impressive for her age!) and and and ... oh yes - he only gets 2 study days a year and that makes it difficult to get away to attend the educational days the College provide. and and and there's more, he also noted that we were looking for an Education lead but he couldn't apply cos he's not a member.... and that he was from the Isle of Bute and he was the only person to have studied at Aberdeen University from the Island and and and...
I felt like the cat with a white stripe in the Pepe le Phew cartoon! Looking longingly at the door... I thought about my escape. Doc S seemed oblivious to my hopes as I edged my way over to the door as he chatted away happily.... all the while holding onto my prescription like a ransom note!
I don't think I've ever found out that much about another person in such a short space of time. Let alone when I was sort of expecting the focus to be on me. Clearly I'm sending out a secret message to other people, saying " free therapy sessions here".... the question is HOW?
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