Dear Doctor

Dear Doctor,
I know I owe you a good deal for, well, telling me just what is wrong with me and all that good stuff, but we need to talk about something.
I think in your profession it’s called bedside manner?
Most of us just call it human decency though.
See, I get that you’re busy running around and saving lives, but when you point blank tell someone that they may not be able to run anymore?
Especially someone who actually enjoys running?
A little sensitivity is always appreciated. And it goes a long way too.
But I mean, I guess the callous thing works for you.
It’s just not my scene. I hope next time you get some bad news I get to be the one to break it to you.
I can’t help but enjoy the thought of making your life miserable, just like you did to mine.

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Ever think those thoughts that don't seem important enough to put down on paper? Welcome to my life. I write random thoughts, movie reviews, and the occasional work of fiction. Take a look around, there's a little bit of something for everyone.

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