Not the Medical Center

Paul had to go to the doctor today to renew a prescription. He called and asked if I would like to go along, meet the doctor, then go have lunch. His real motive was that he had forgotten the papers that he needed and wanted me to take them to him at the doctor’s office. So I did.

The office was not in a medical clinic or any type of building that resembled a doctor’s office. On one of the many apartment building doors, there was a simple gold sign that indicated that a doctor’s office was inside. We went in, and it didn’t look different from our own apartment building. We went into the office and there was a reception desk but nobody was sitting behind it. We just simply went into the waiting room and sat down. When it was Paul’s turn, the doctor himself came and got him. There was nobody else in the office so when the appointment was over, it was the doctor who took the money, wrote the receipt and said goodbye to us and hello to the next patient.

This particular doctor was recommended by the company doctor where Paul works in Solaize (population 2288). During the exam, the doc asked Paul if he had ever met the mayor of the town of Solaize. Paul said ‘non’ and then the doc extended his hand and said, ‘glad to meet you’.