Invasion of the locusts
Jun. 21st, 2011 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyEarly 1980s
It's a wet, windy, wintry day and I am sitting opposite my family's GP at his desk. Dr B is a softly-spoken, jolly and very round young man who is, hands down, the nicest doctor I have ever met. It is a sad day when he decides family medicine isn't for him and goes to work at an addiction clinic instead. Those addicts, they have all the luck. Anyway, I have what seems like permanent tonsillitis and am a frequent visitor to Dr B, my appointments with him usually in the late afternoon to fit in with my mother's shifts. When I think of Dr B, I think of sitting in his warm waiting room, looking out the window at a blackening sky.
2011
It's a wet, windy, wintry day and I am sitting opposite a visiting addiction medicine doctor at my desk. Dr B is a softly-spoken, jolly and very round older man who is still, hands down, the nicest doctor I have ever met. It seems appropriate that it's late afternoon, the sky is blackening and I have a cough leftover from the cold I had a few weeks ago. Just like old times.
I haven't played with Stumble Upon for ages, but the bookmark caught my eye today so I clicked and this is what appeared: a photo of Stockholm Library. It's fair to say the City by the Sea's library doesn't look like that.
It's a wet, windy, wintry day and I am sitting opposite my family's GP at his desk. Dr B is a softly-spoken, jolly and very round young man who is, hands down, the nicest doctor I have ever met. It is a sad day when he decides family medicine isn't for him and goes to work at an addiction clinic instead. Those addicts, they have all the luck. Anyway, I have what seems like permanent tonsillitis and am a frequent visitor to Dr B, my appointments with him usually in the late afternoon to fit in with my mother's shifts. When I think of Dr B, I think of sitting in his warm waiting room, looking out the window at a blackening sky.
2011
It's a wet, windy, wintry day and I am sitting opposite a visiting addiction medicine doctor at my desk. Dr B is a softly-spoken, jolly and very round older man who is still, hands down, the nicest doctor I have ever met. It seems appropriate that it's late afternoon, the sky is blackening and I have a cough leftover from the cold I had a few weeks ago. Just like old times.
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I haven't played with Stumble Upon for ages, but the bookmark caught my eye today so I clicked and this is what appeared: a photo of Stockholm Library. It's fair to say the City by the Sea's library doesn't look like that.
