Not the Doctor

Because I'm not feeling great, I will probably go to see a doctor at lunch time.

In the past, my experience with doctors hasn't been great. They have tended to treat me as something to process, a bag of symptoms rather than a person. Which, I guess is part of their job. It wouldn't really do if they were spending all day with sick people, would it, as it would drive them insane, wouldn't it? Or at the very least push them towards clinical depression.

There have been notable exceptions. The Australian doctor that I went to in Foreign was very good, relaxing and personable, although she did have a tendency to reel off lists of chemicals and tell me where I was deficient or over-compensating. And older doctors are worse than younger doctors. Older doctors make me feel like I am wasting their time, when they could be treating sick people.

Don't get me started on dentists. Dentists are worse. They try to tell you that you are a bad person, they cause pain, they put on rubber gloves and poke about in your mouth, leaving behind small fragments of tartar that stay around for weeks, and then they charge a small fortune for it.

Sod it, I'm going to the pharmacist instead.

In other news, a London Police Box has been spotted on the streets of Cardiff.