We all need a family doctor. My GP is very important to me. A married man with 4 kids, a wife who had a stroke and parents that live with him; his mother with Chronic Kidney Disease and his father with end-stage Alzheimer's Disease.
He called me yesterday for a small favour and by God, was I happy to hear from him. I really miss talking to him. He really fancies my car and one of his daughter's crashed one of his cars and he needs a new one. So he wanted to borrow my car for a couple of hours to see how it was and to show his family the car he likes.
I told him of course. We arranged a time for the Sunday afternoon and we went from there.
After work, I was on my way home and I called him.
He sounded pre-occupied, as if he was worried or stressed and he probably was.
Could we do what we planned for today another time please?
He obviously didn't want the people to know what we were talking about and I said sure, any weekend you like.
When are your exams?
I didn't know the exact dates - in about three weeks.
Okay well why don't we hold it off until afterwards?
I am still happy to meet with you whenever you're free.
Sure. But only when you're not busy. Okay?
I almost broke down there and then. How is it that nobody except my GP, who is one of the busiest people that I have ever met, can understand me and the demands I have to meet, but my family and girlfriend cannot?
Where is it that life is taking me? What does this even mean? It was a relief to know that he understood but also that it feels rude for me to sound busy to him. He himself is so busy and for me to make time for him takes priority - that's my perspective.
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