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Late again! My new doctor, who I met last year in the emergency ward after suffering a rather nasty concussion while curling.

If you’re not familiar with this winter sport, curling is akin to shuffleboard but you play it on a “sheet”. A sheet of ice that is, directing 44 pound “rocks” toward the opposing “house”. When not sliding them down the ice to knock out the opponents’ rocks, you are sweeping in front of the rotating objects like a madman at the behest of a screaming “Skip” (the captain of the four-member team) who determines if your manic, frantic action will help guide the rock to its desired destination. This was my first attempt at playing the game, one that had always looked to me on television as rather docile, and I soon came to realize that wearing the wrong kind of shoes on the pebbled ice can cause you to go caboose-over-tea-kettle, landing on your head prior to landing in the back of an ambulance just before landing in the hospital.

Now that you’ve received your first curling tip, back to my new doctor.

After stitching me up, making sure I had retained most of my marbles, and discovering I hadn’t lived in this city for long and didn’t have a family doctor, he suggested that he take on that role even though he was an Internist. We really connected on that day and I’ve come to really like my soft-spoken and very spiritual, seventy-something Indian specialist. Knowing his tardiness though, I always book the first morning appointment.

His office is something out of a Sanford and Son episode with piles of medical books, and slanted stacks of patient records and other oddities stretching to the ceiling, row upon row. It disturbs my psyche staring at what gravity should have tumbling down on his patients causing further concussions, so I usually wait out in the hall.

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