Kissy, kissy!

I went to the surgery this morning; I’ve got a sore throat and I needed something to make it go away. When I finally sat in front of the doctor, I was taken aback by one of the biggest hickey’s I’ve ever seen in my life. Not even Tina Cooper the class ho in 1984 could beat a hickey like Dr Linklater’s! It was purple and painful looking, it was also enormous. About the size of a saucer… OK, not so big but it was massive and ugly and reminiscent of being up for it and making out and sex on the living room floor. All of the things that are well and truly absent in the life of… well, some of the people I know! Anyway, forget all that. It made me think less of her, but a hickey can’ t stop a doctor from doing her job, but I found myself thinking that if she can’t even be bothered to hide the thing, why would she be bothered in getting my diagnosis right much less the prescription. I know that a hickey doesn’t stop someone from being smart, caring, good at their job, but something inside me bristled a bit and became rather snobby when faced with a doctor and a hickey; they just don’t go well together!