and force you to walk around all day like that, your back would hurt too, wouldn’t it?”
He stared at me, then cleared his throat. “How... how did you... ?” “Kitchen scales,” I said, nodding. “I just sort of... placed one on top.
I didn’t weigh them both, I made the assumption that they’d be roughly the same weight.
“Not entirely scientific I know, but—” “I’ll write you a prescription for some more painkillers, Miss Oliphant,”
he said, talking over me and typing. “Strong ones this time, please,” I said firmly, “and plenty of them.”
They’d tried to fob me off before with tiny doses of aspirin. I needed highly efficient medication to add to my stockpile.
“Could I also have a repeat prescription for my eczema medication, please? It does seem to become exacerbated at times of stress or excitement.”
He did not grace this polite request with a response but simply nodded.
Neither of us spoke as the printer spat out the paperwork, which he handed to me.
He stared at the screen again and started typing. There was an awkward silence.
His social skills were woefully inadequate, especially for a people-facing job like his.
“Good-bye then, Doctor,” I said. “Thank you so very much for your time.”
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