Day, Doc, until then!
Wet finger work!
The phone rings, that hateful thing!
Anonymous number!
For a moment I think to welcome with my ancient sentence, there anonymously and I do not go together.
I thought I wasn't going to say at the last minute...
“Good afternoon, sex boutique the wet panties, what can I be of service to you”?
So I'm just humming... short but powerful:
“Jacob “...
It was Van B, my cardiologist.
Verhip, tie anywhere, that 'cross-diver' would call me too... slick forgotten!
“I already started to miss you,” I tell him.
“You can also just tell me that you're making a dragon with me again” he says!
“No doc, it's really so, someone with the same grave humour as I do miss”.
Seriously, I can read and write with that man.
“How is it?” he asks.
As people who ask, I usually say that it sucks badly, because most don't want to know why it's not going as it should be, so quickie in terms of phone call, but I decided to keep it serious... after all, it's about my V8"Blockie.
“Yes, well,” I tell him.
Whether I wasn't in pain or other weird things except the occasional fluttering of that thing.
“Nah... tis like then, occasionally a butterfly” that forgot to sit down lower, because butterflies in my belly... jeminee... that's half a century ago or so”
“Also not shortness of breath”? He asked.
“No more than usual, doc, yes, and this crazy time with a mind-minded cabinet, he's going to go on because I'm angry.”
“Well, that was just part of a rebellious guy like me,” he said.
Seriously, this guy knows me like his back pocket.
“I don't see any blood tests,” he said.
“Was that supposed to be” I ask him?
Well, he would have liked that...
So no time for that crap, huh?
I think he licked his own finger at the time, and stuck it in the air, watching where the wind came from or something.
“Well... what do we agree” he says.
“What does that mean, doc?”
“I'll call you again in a year and a half, or do you want to make an appointment, I'd rather not invite people to the hospital right now,” he continued his story.
“Ow... man... look, if I still do, just call” I say...
“Ast not going well not come I automatically think that way with blue blue blue”?
Well, of course I would still do it by then, he was convinced!
“Nice doc, until then”...
Click.
I think I have a psychic cardiologist... when a fish is so healthy, blood pressure is fine too... because well... modern times can say a lot, especially gambling on the wrong horse!
An all-seeing phone... I'm getting more and more distant from those prick things.
And then our government is (luckily) superfluous... everything is taken over by psychic phones watching your body or something!
Anyway... I'm gonna light a cigarette, the doc can... I think!
And if not... Too bad doc... until a year and a half!
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4 years ago
Krijg de indruk dat het wel klikt tussen jullie.
Albert van den Berg
4 years ago
Je hebt een menselijke dokter, heel fijn daar kun je gewoon mee praten, ook als het eens niet goed gaat.
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