i had my clinic day today. its the 3rd time i've been to that doctor. i realised that he is in fact, as close to perfect as a person could possibly get. he's a great doctor. he doesnt judge his patients, he takes time for every single one of them, even those whom he tells me have a psychological problem and visit him all the time for no apparent reason. he does a heart & lung and pulse check for every single patient, no matter what they're there for. he is patient, he is friendly, he is kind. he takes time to tell me the patient's history, he explains his work, he answers my questions, he shows an interest in me and askes about me, he actually sits down and reads my report and corrects my grammar mistakes! (i'm telling you, NO doctor does that.) he is super fit- around 50 years old and jogs 10km under 40 mintues. tall man and handsome too. he has 3 hyper-efficient staff who helps him out. he has a nice big clinic with sonography apparatus. he has a lovely wife who cooks well who also studied medicine but is a housewife. he has 4 great kids, 2 boys and 2 girls, poliet, self-assured, sweet, intelligent, multi-talented children. the entire family are fit and healthy, they go on bike tours together. they sit down together at the dining table and pray and sing a song before eating together. everyone eats, everyone enjoys it, there is a steady flow of conversation, there is no raised voices. he sings with his wife in his church. his house is big and beautiful, 2 cars in the garage, pretty garden. he is perfect! his life is perfect! he scares the hell out of me. no one is allowed to be this perfect. his family is like the flenders family!!!
posted by perfectly imperfect @ 3:34 AM
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