Wednesday, February 18, 2015

I need a doctor.

Sitting waiting at the supermarket yesterday I was listening to two women in the car next to me talking. The conversation began with partying and drinking and somehow moved to sicknesses. I listened carefully and realized they'd both been diagnosed with cancer. One spoke of noticing her symptoms just after she'd had her third baby and her cancer was in the late stages. The other woman matched the story by revealing that she'd been given some 'end-of-life-care' literature from her doctor, but she hadn't read through it yet because her family weren't ready to come to terms with her illness.

Just as I was about to let them know I was listening and offer them some words of comfort ...

Yeah, google's got everything aye. I wouldn't have known if I didn't look.
You gonna go to your doctor one day?
Nah man. My Aunty Wini did it without all that radiation n sh*%.
Yeah, same. I won't go to my doctor either that CHEMIST THERAPY can kill you.

That's about the point I realized they'd both self-diagnosed themselves.

Decided to seek advice from their doctor tonight, Doctor Google, and if all is true for me as they seem to think it is for them, my symptoms point heavily towards Multiple Sclerosis and Erectile Dysfunction.

Stay classy Hastings.