April 27, 2004

My wonderful doctor

The headache is still there, so I went to my doctor this afternoon at 4pm. And, oddly enough, I don't feel any better.

He sits me down, I explain the symptoms to him, we rule out a couple of things, and he SPRINGS into action...and if you've never seen an 80-year-old doctor SPRING, it ain't pretty.

He does some basic tests...blood pressure, etc. Then, after looking here and there, he says, just under his breath "Oh my."

"Naked", he says, "Can you go into the other room. There are some tests I need you to take right now."

"Well, I say, "Don't you guys finish up at 4:30?"

"Doesn't matter. Let's go."

How am I NOT supposed to worry.

Ah, but it's okay, see, because as they were taking out a gallon of my blood and strapping me into some crazy Star-Trek heart-monitor-tricorder thing, he smiles, turns to his nurse, and says "Well, it's PROBABLY nothing, BUT..."

And people wonder why I'm a hypochondriac...