It’s the bitter pill that treats the ill, any doctor should reckon. But if you’re keen on temperatures, particularly of the body kind, you might go ecstatic at the sight of a doctor. Some people love being in a bad way, and relish complaining about it too. But this patient was candid enough to confess: “I wouldn’t want to visit the doctor for fear of being declared well.”
But this doctor didn’t quite know what he was in for when he knocked the patient’s knees to test the latter for aching shoulders. “How do you feel?” questioned the doctor. To which the patient moaned: “Now my knees hurt too!” And this doctor was blunt enough when his patient complained that his arms hurt when raised. “So don’t lift them!” he simply advised.
But this hypochondriac here, had a list of chronic pains that read like a chronicle. The doctor was so done in by it, that he had to be treated for depression. And anxiety so plagued this woman, that they called her bed, a bed of ‘neuroses’. Yet, have you heard about this jolly sad woman who switched doctors every time they told her ‘all was well’?
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