Quirky Doctors

I have had some wonderful doctors during the last eleven years of treatment. In the last month I have had a couple of unusual characters. I also have a psychologist who might be stalking me. More on that later.

Recently I had scheduled on a day when my regular kind and caring doctor was not in because I am attempting to control my own health care schedule by ignoring their recommended weekly appointments and going when it suits my whims.

I was seen by a doctor that I had not heard of before. I didn't think it was a biggy. Go with the flow. I had a flash of mixed signals when I saw him. He was a small trim white haired older gentleman dressed sharply in all crisp black with a subdued silver chain around his neck. He walked in with what appeared to be a confident smile and it seems now that I recall, he shook my hand and Liz's hand a little more often than necessary. He looked at my foot with great interest and started to scrape on it and I thought I might be going to die. The pain was intense and when it was over and I had recovered, I informed him it had never hurt so intensely before. He smiled that sweet but now creepy smile and said in a voice that came softly from somewhere in my head, "I am the first one to do it right."

He will never see or touch my pretty foot again.

For two nights in a row I have had to do some major wound care work to stop the bleeding and to clean up what looked like a morbid massacre scene on the bedroom floor. Not an easy task scooting around in a wheelchair pushig a water soaked paper towel Rube Goldberg style with my old lady grabber. Get the picture?

As I did this dirty work, I recalled where I had seen that soft demeanor and creepy eerie smile from the past. Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lector in Silence of the Lambs. Did I hear him slurping as he shook our hands gently, smiling slyly as he sauntered out the door?