Wednesday 3 February 2010

The Observer Book of Medical People : Number 27, The Neurologist.

We had a short wait. I had barely scanned the paper I'd bought, and I certainly hadn't had time to start the crossword or the Sudoku before her name was called. We were brought into a very small office containing an odd looking man in a casual, short sleeved, grey shirt, worn without a tie and a garish waistcoat. He had the look of Mr Bean about him, which didn't exactly inspire confidence - but he spoke in a manner that gave a little more confidence. It wasn't a long consultation, though. There was a chat, a "touch your nose... hmmm", a spot of scribbling, an "I don't think it serious, but we'll book a scan" and a "goodbye".

It was all over so quickly, we were outside looking at one another and saying "Was that it?" for ages. We debated going back in to see if we were supposed to wait for a scan there and then... but decided that we had been dismissed.

Am not sure what to think at the moment.

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