Geez, I have already had one doctor die on me. My current doctor looked so thin in the face last week, I am worried about his health. I thought I was safe by choosing one younger than myself this time. My last doctor was only my age and he operated at Middle Park Clinic, a place where all the happy chappies went and sat with the middle class Mums of Middle Park, along with their offspring.
Although I liked him very much and he was a good doctor, his time keeping was not great and I hated the snooty reception staff.
My present doctor is quite hot, keeps good time and of course though, the reception staff are still snooty but I deal with such matters better now. That is, I don't care and I know how little they earn.
But Doctor has added one more script to my medication list. I am clearly falling apart and only being kept alive by chemicals. Just one more prescription and I will reach the drug safety net.
Most of my ills, I have my genes to thank. Ta Mum, ta Dad.