My Doc & Bill

"Ding Dong!" Number 15! That's me!
A woman was talking to the doctor when we walked in. The nurse thought it'd be best if Bill waited outside until it was my turn to talk to the doctor, so he went out.
When I sat down beside the doctor, he held the blood test results in his hand, looked up at me, and said, "Bill's not coming in?" MY doctor.... the person who cut me open and saw my insides.... the one who, at this moment, was holding test results of MY blood.... yet all he concerned about was my boyfriend's whereabouts.
"No. The nurse thought it'd be best for him to wait outside." I reasoned.
The doctor contemplated. "But I kind of need to talk to him about something...." he murmured.
I went out to get Bill. I could see the big smile under the doctor's mask when Bill said hello.
I know. My descriptions probably paint quite a perverted picture here, which is totally far from the truth. It's not like my doctor has alternative motives toward Bill. He just really likes him. Bill has a great deal of respect for my doctor and I'm sure the respect is mutual. I mean, this guy did his graduate studies in the States. His English is quite good, but he normally doesn't have much chance to speak it. As chief of the department, he's got to have so much to offer and teach, but his interns are probably a group of typical Taiwanese yes-men (and yes-women). Then there came Bill, the charismatic inquisitive boyfriend who did his homework and asked quesitions about ovarian cancer and subsequent treatments. The fact that Bill was a Biology major and appeared to know what exactly the doc was talking about are also brownie points. More than anything else, my doctor likes Bill in a "I wish Bill could be my son" or " I wish my son could be like Bill" kind of way (Maybe more like the latter because he just hired Bill to be his son's private teacher).
After they discussed the best time to start the private lessons for the son, my doctor finally looked at my blood test results and said lazily, "You're anemic. Eat more red meat, grapes, and ...."
"Spinach," Bill finished the sentence for him.
"Yes," the doctor was obviously pleased, "And spinach. Basically you need more iron."
I totally felt left-out here and was missing the medical attention I received post surgery.
Bill bumped my knee with his, "Maybe you should start eating metal."
I gave Bill a half laugh for the half joke. My doctor, on the other hand, laughed in such a way I could be convinced that it was the most brilliant thing he had heard.
"Yes.... hahahaha...... such as..... steel.... Hahahahahaha...." he managed to squeeze out these words before he ran out of breath. I couldn't believe he elaborated on a half joke like this one.
"Yeah, babe," Bill calmly continued, "There was a guy who ate his own car."
"AHAHAHAHAHA....eat.... car....HAHHAHAHA...... " Seriously, I'd never seen a doctor, any doctor, laughed and joked like this.