The younger they are, the more recent their training, and that can only be a good thing.
I hate it when I get old Dr. Wilson; she’s about sixty, and I can’t imagine she knows much about the latest drugs and medical breakthroughs.
She can barely work the computer. The doctor was doing that thing where they talk to you but don’t look at you,
reading my notes on the screen, hitting the return key with increasing ferocity as he scrolled down.
“What can I do for you this time, Miss Oliphant?” “It’s back pain, Doctor,” I told him. “I’ve been in agony.”
He still didn’t look at me. “How long have you been experiencing this?” he said. “A couple of weeks,” I told him. He nodded.
“I think I know what’s causing it,” I said, “but I wanted to get your opinion.”
He stopped reading, finally looked across at me. “What is it that you think is causing your back pain, Miss Oliphant?”
“I think it’s my breasts, Doctor,” I told him. “Your breasts?” “Yes,” I said.
“You see, I’ve weighed them, and they’re almost half a stone—combined weight, that is, not each!”
I laughed. He stared at me, not laughing. “That’s a lot of weight to carry around, isn’t it?” I asked him.
“I mean, if I were to strap half a stone of additional flesh to your chest
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