A visit to the doctor
An ominous business
Seeing the doctor was always an ominous business. You went with a slight fear of something being terribly wrong with you and you had a seemingly inbuilt fear of doctors. The fear induced by doctors was something about control. It also meant that patients did not question what was being offered. Fortunately, today, doctors have become far more normal.
Remembering your place
As a child and a teen, my GP had a practice on the ground floor of a two storey house, up the road from the Open Market. We used to walk there from Belton Road in the Roundhill part of the town. Patients sat in the waiting room in chairs placed around the walls. All you ever heard from them was slight and nervous coughing. Each person had to remember their place in the queue by constantly monitoring who had seen the doctor and who had entered the waiting room.
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Greeted by silence
When the doctor wanted to see the next patient, he – almost silently – opened the door to his room by about half an inch. By the time you got in, he was sitting, silently, at his desk and looking down at the top of it. He said nothing and didn’t seem at all interested in who you were or what you wanted. By the silence, he forced you to tell him your symptoms.
Almost before you were finished, he was writing on his prescription pad and when you had finished he said, ‘take these, three times a day.’ He had two other options: ‘take these twice a day’ and ‘take these four times a day’. When you had finished, you left through another door. My aunt Eunice used to say, ‘Dr Fisher is such a good doctor’. I wasn’t so sure.