The night all broken, every hour and less have to leave the bed for the porcelain comfort of the bathroom. All to no great effect.
Getting older can be awkward, can be difficult. But the problem itself is new, and in the morning try to call the doctor.
He is on his vacation.
Call his designated substitute, and after some discourse they make an appointment.
At eleven in the morning.
Spend the time removing the dry clothes from the tumble dryer, sorting and folding them a bit. Then, off to the practice, it is at the other end of the old part of town. A short walk, that is the lucky part of living in town. Everything is within easy reach.
The doctor has no waiting room, people need to wait in the corridor. The corridor is full, there are three doctors in the practice. After an hour's waiting, it is time for the examination. The nurse explains, lie down on the couch with the lower midriff exposed. The doctor arrives and examines the insides of this patient with his ultrasound equipment.
He sees nothing really, nothing to bother him. This gland is enlarged, that is all, and that is not abnormal. Considering the age of the patient, it is really not that abnormal. Get up, rearrange the clothing, and go to the consulting room.
The doctor explains.
The doctor recommends.
And that is all, no diagnosis and no cure. Just a prescription, which might get rid of the trouble.
Then again, it might not.
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