It was a mistake when I asked him how he had been. Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so damn polite.
He started with a tinnitus update, then worked slowly down the body. When he went on about the
problems with his lower back, I picked up my coffee and drank it dreamily.
He continued with the medical tour.
An aggressive rash between his toes was definitely the low point.
‘Oh, and how are you?’ he finally asked.
‘Fine,’ I responded, just a little too sharply.
I rolled my wheelchair nearer the table, secretly pleased that his coffee had gone cold.
Originally published: Five Minute Lit
