The doctor was a half hour late in arriving after completing rounds. Upon entering the examination room, he immediately started speaking French, then explaining how I should respond to him in French (and really I should get one of those little French maid costumes and scare that him to death (by forcing him to wear it). Then we discussed how upbeat I am because I am incredibly upbeat; how much fun he has when I am in his office by comparison to the other grumpy, cancery, dying patients.
He asked me how I was doing? I told him I have no pains though I did have a gain, and hoped the gain was the weight of my shoes. Alas.
I guess he's not ready to have an affair with me (and fly me to his villa in Rome) because my next appointment isn't scheduled until October. His actual words, "Any sooner and they get suspicious." Dammit.
I'm not sure he has the first clue what he's missing.