Okay, time to face the germ pit.
“Hi how are you?”
Why did I say that? I feel crap, that’s why I’m here.
“5pm with Dr. Maalouf? Take a seat.”
But where? Not next to coughing man. That girl looks harmless but then again… the empty row seems safest. Oh pamphlets. Funny tummy… yes… blah blah blah… bowel cancer!?
Is nowhere safe, she’s holding a jar of pee right next to me. Get me out! Get me out! Get me out!
“Jamie? Jamie Hann?”
Phew. Finally someone to look after me.
Written in the Doctor’s waiting room.