It’s a bit late now but I suppose I’d better tell what happened when I went to see Doc. Francis last Friday.
At the appointed time, he appeared, didn’t look at me, and called some other bloke in to his surgery/rooms. A short time later, same thing. didn’t look at me, called some other bloke in.
“ello! ‘hello! thinks me, I’m in more strife than Ned Kelly, should I make a bolt for it; or should I stay? Coward that I am, I stayed, cos that’s what real cowards do!
Second bloke came out, alone; followed a short time later by doctor who? Francis of course! He beckoned me, big grin all over his face, hand extended.
Now the big grin was normal, the extended hand wasn’t. We don’t normally shake hands when we meet! These were exceptional circumstances. I gave a big grin back, shook hands, and entered his rooms.
I nearly said that old inner sanctum bit, but thought better of it!
His opening gambit; ” Ping Nee dobbed you in!”; “I figured” says me. “Why” says he; “Cos I’m not going to worry about any more operations for cancer, I’m letting nature take its course” or pretty well words to that effect! “you mightn’t have cancer” says he; “Prof Kilian, thinks there could be a leak from the heart”.
“Fine” says me,” but I’m not having anymore operations for cancer, and walking around with bags strapped to my legs, and having to empty them; thank you very much!”
“Ping Nee rang Dr Sandroussi”, “I know” says me, “God only does upper gastrointestinal” ; “Yes but he’s going to make an exception in your case” says Doc Francis “you’re his favourite patient”. “You’re just trying to get at me; make me feel bad” ” No I’m not, just trying to let you know there are people who care!”!
And so it went on. Finally, I gave in and agreed that I’d ring Dr Sandroussi’s rooms, and make another appointment to see God. I also promised to ring and let Dr Francis know for when.
A total capitulation? No way! I made it abundantly clear, there was to be no more cut and paste!
End of story?
Today; one week on.
The phone rang; I wasn’t doing much, checking email, making comments on posts that I follow, the usual rubbish and yes the phone rang! Nothing unusual? Well for me it is; nobody bothers ringing me now, why would they? I wouldn’t!
”Eh” What”! Speak Up I can’t hear you! Why would anyone bother? I wouldn’t!
So being a nice sort of bloke I decided I’d answer the thing.
“Yes” says I, my usual grumpy response when answering the phone, ” Hello Brian it’s Susan! ” not being completely ‘with it’ “Susan?” says I, “yes Susan from the RPA”
Bingo; the penny dropped, and I was all smiles, for half hour or more we spoke, of course, being smarter than me, she managed to switch the conversation around to my health, and well being, and my up and coming appointment with God, that she didn’t know about.
Of course she will be there when I see God, I wouldn’t want it any other way, I have nothing but love for this woman, I just wish she wasn’t so devious! She can twist me without batting an eyelid!
I am indeed a fortunate fellow. Who else can boast such genuine care and devotion to ones well being? How can I not go along with the tests?
There is no way will I submit to any operation for cancer; should an operation by Prof. Kilian be an option to fix the ticker, then I will probably go for it. but cancer?
No way José 😀
Is there not a conspiracy?