‘Oh dear,’ my young GP said to me. ‘It would appear from the results that you are quite dead.’
I sighed. ‘That’s unfortunate. I was planning on going to a party later.’
It was a Saturday morning. I was twenty two and living away from home. When you are twenty two and living away from home, there is always a party to go to on a Saturday evening.
He shook his head while continuing to examine the printout. ‘That’s a shame.’
I had visited him earlier in the week after experiencing a strange fluttering in my heart. Although it had only lasted moments I was concerned.
My doctor was delighted. He had just purchased a small ECG machine was was dying to try it out.
It was still in its packaging when I got to his practice that morning. He had not even read the instructions yet.
‘Have the symptoms returned?’ he enquired. To which I replied that they had not. ‘Well,’ he said. ‘come back if they do. Maybe we can get this thing to work.’
He was a nice guy, I really liked him.
Next time I had a problem I went to someone else.