One Apple A Day #135
Dr Mike Hatton rechecks his online agenda. He knows what is coming, or better, who is coming, but he hopes for a last minute cancellation even if it never happened.
Mr Jack Bauman. The name is still there. Only God knows what will be the new disease Mr Bauman had discovered in the last month. Damn internet.
Mike closes his eyes. In his mind, he can run the whole session that is going to happen in a few minutes inside the studio.
He can see Mr Bauman, “call me Jack”, on one side of the desk explaining his latest discovery and listing all the symptoms he has.
Mike sits on the black chair he loves so much, listening to the man and reminding himself why he loves his job so much.
Mr Bauman, to whom Mike keeps smiling and nodding, talks for 10 minutes non-stop. A flood of medical terms, some of them most likely invented, and detailed descriptions of how Mr Bauman is going to die soon.
Mike, who cares about his patients more than anything else, has thought about telling him to shut up some times. But he knows he’s not going to do this to the old man, with whom Mike is very grateful. In the end, Mr Bauman is the father of his lovely wife.
Someone knocks on the door and wakes Mike from his daydream. When he opens the door, ready to face Mr Bauman, he finds the face of his brother in law, to whom is not very fond. Something is wrong.