A man waited in a waiting room, armed with a wallet. He waited because he had a yellow staple stuck in his finger.
A doctor asked him to come into his office, and to explain what the problem was.
As the man walked in, the man vomitted on the waiting room floor, but the doctor politely ignored this.
The man waved his stapled finger in the medical man's face, and by way of explanation tried to describe his gerbil hunting activities as quite normal.
The doctor did not look very concerned. He reached for some pliers and antiseptic.
A scream that should have belonged to a young girl, and a bit more vomit, fell out from the man's lips as the offending piece of yellow stationary was extracted, and then thrown in the bin, by the educated healer.
The man nursed his plastered pinky and began to head back across the slippery floor to the reception.
But the doctor, after hesitating for a moment, called him back.
The man was a bit suspicious, and his eyebrows twitched as the doctor tried to explain with an embarrased look that there was a more important illness that needed to be examined.
"What can your helpful self possibly be mumbling about, Dan??" asked the man.
"You keep, well, vomitting, Mr. Locke. You have been vomitting for years..." replied the doctor.
Mr. Locke threw his hands up in a roar, and pointed a finger of indecency at the doctor, demanding to know why he was being attacked.
"It's normal, Dan! You know everyone does it, it just happens! Why does it suddenly concern you, eh? Why are you suddenly putting me down as filth??"
"I'm not, I'm not aiming this at you, I'm just trying to help! All doctors, as much as we can take care of other issues, have actually been trained to just do one thing- help cure the vomitting."
Locke countered that his previous doctor had never raised the issue, even when he raised the fee, and Dan did not know whether to accuse or excuse his fellow practitioner for this. Dr. Dan persisted, and said he did not want his patient to die. Dr. Dan said that the vomitting was a symptom of something that would kill him.
"I'm sure you've got your professional interests at heart most of the time," said Locke, "but this is too far. I think you'll find that most days I can get by just fine, thank you!"
The doctor deflated a bit. "OK, Mr. Locke. Since you do not want any other treatment I will let you go, of course. But please keep in mind that I will be here if you ever change your mind, or even want to talk about the condition!"
Mr. Locke regained his composure after he left the hospital, and reminded himself that he was just fine. He vomitted a bit, and then pushed his mind to more important things, like gerbils.
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