My Doctor was busy today. Booked out. If I insisted I expect he would see me, but as I only wanted a sick certificate for work I was ok about seeing another. I did not like him.
My last visit to Dr was a prescription for extra blood pressure medication. Since I am here, I will ask this chap to check my BP. Good he said and told me the reading. You need to cut salt out of your diet. I have never added salt to any food and I don't add it to any food and nor does R.
You need to do more exercise. I do plenty of exercise except when I am dying from a cold.
Would you like some Ventolin to help your breathing? It might make you a bit jittery. Jittery or shaky is my name, but no, I don't want Ventolin. I don't have asthma.
His conclusion of the consultation had me confused. Am I being dismissed now? Is it finished?
Then the stupid queen at the desk pressed the credit button on the bank keypad machine rather that the savings button. I insisted it did not matter, but later I realised it did a bit.
I really need to see my own doctor in the future. There were good reasons why this chap had free time on hands.