I am not well.
Today I payed a visit to me Doc. He's been 'lookin' after me for 30 years now.
I was the last patient before his lunch break.
'Go ahead in Martin,' says he.
He seemed distracted
I went into the room, and waited.
For about five minutes.
He came in.
'Howr'ya doc' says I.
He sat in his chair, head in hands, for a few seconds.
'Martin' says he, 'I was 60 last week, I'm gettin' too feckin' old fer this game!'
'Sure ya don't look it at all doc' says I, 'haven't ye the full heid of hair and ya nearly 10 years younger than meself!
'Can we talk?' says he.
'Shoot' says I.
And for the next 15 minutes or so my doc told me of his woes.
'Thanks' he said, I don't get to do that too often. I'm tired today, the state of this country has people in a bad way. It's getting to me. Did I say I was tired?
We had a laugh after that, we know each other a long time.
And we eventually got to the reason as to why I was there!
I'll survive, despite the procedures he prescribed. (Hopefully!)
He's a good man, my doc.
As I was leaving I said, 'have an easy night, share a bottle of Merlot with Herself, see ya soon'.
'I will' he said, 'thanks Martin'..
'Take it easy T**' says I.