I've not written about my doctor visits for quite sometime due mostly to the continued lack of discovery of cancer signs (so far) and fewer, odd French lessons in the exam room. Yesterday, as he was leaving through the exam room door, he offered that this was the very first time he'd not said anything to me in French. However, he did say, "I really, really like you!" Though he made this declaration behind closed doors with me sitting there, feet in stirrups (cowgirl!) in my torn paper exam towel. He was looking at me when he made the statement. I was having a Sally Field moment. I thought, and said, "well, I really like you too!" But really, really what's supposed to happen? I guess it was a simple exchange of human liking --, the really, really liking kind. Though knowing he has a home in another country...can't I go live there, and be liked? We can really, really like each other once a year, when you come to visit - similar to how we sort of like each other now. Only without the co-pay and rubber gloves and speculum.
In fact, how about you hand me a co-pay? I'd like more than a $20 spot.
His statement made me feel slightly funny, not humorous, yet happy just the same. But what does it mean when someone says "I really, really like you!"? Especially if that someone is someone you kind of really like back and have grown to like and have feelings of transference? Do you like him because he makes the big bucks? Or do you like him because you are alone but insist you aren't lonely? Or do you like him for that house in the other country? Or do you like him because he really, really likes you?
I arrived back at work and asked my sister what she thought of the really, really liking statement? And then sort of discarded what had happened and went on about my day. Later in my evening I thought about his statement again and texted Kaffy to ask her opinion. She slightly knows about this doctor from having worked indirectly with him. She knows his reputation, heard of his demeanor. Kind of intimidating. The only time I felt intimidated was when he spoke to me in French because I took four years of German and practiced beginning French with PK when we were youngsters, trying to decide which language to take. I wanted Latin but they stopped offering it just that year. Why Latin? A huge challenge, plus Ricky Martin (who wasn't even born yet) (an enormous challenge - not that there's anything wrong with that.) But yeah, I was intimidated by LePew's foreign language skills and I am about pretty sure he wanted me to feel something, maybe teased, or he would never have spoken French to me.
|Age 4 and really, really likable- I hope. I super really liked that tiny trailer|
BTW, I really, really like my dog too if that makes any difference. I mean, I really, really like her.
Perhaps we are all at times really, really likable depending on the day, the people and the times of our lives.