Made it to the GP doc almost in time. 20 minutes late.
He, in turn had me there for an hour, sitting,
playing with my laser pointer. My phone games. Etc.

He's also my Pulmo.
I figured I pay 45 bucks for a specialist. 15 for a GP.
To hell with my GP. He's both now. 15 bucks. One doctor.

He's the nastiest doc in town.
We put each other in our places now and then.
Unexplicably, we have become friends.
Nasty dude. Well, I'm not Miss Sympathy either.

To the point now.
"Everything is fine" is not what I want to hear.
I told him so.
I'm supposed to be sick of something.
Old age, Emphysema, taking Phsyco drugs, etc.
"You have enough with your crazy ways, don't 'ya?."
Attadoc.

Cheers.