My Nanna was a lovely woman. She
lived in an era of simplicity and good manners. If she were still chowing down
her Ford Pills and smiling at her flying ducks, I am not at all sure she would be
thrilled to be rocketing along at today’s fast pace and I am bloody certain she
would be mourning the loss of the humble, simple things in life.
She used to wake me with a good
strong cup of tea and a couple of buttered wheatmeal biscuits. I felt loved and
special – in the old fashioned sense of the word. We lived together for more
than a year after Pop died. We’d sit together and talk bollocks and laugh and
laugh. I would borrow her clothes and be literally walking out in vintage gear.
She was perhaps the worst dinner
cook in the world, but she sure could cook a christmas pudding from scratch and they
could be found hanging in the laundry, in their calico skirts 2 months before the big day.
My GP Dr Jane who is but a young
woman herself, transported me back to this simple time this week.
Late last week I was besieged by
calls from the specialists – firstly the office manager – not the silly cows on
the phones and then the next day, the doctor herself rang, full of apologies
and explanations and justifications. I did not pull up short of telling her how
shitful the treatment had been and she was less than flattered when I told her
that I got better after-sales service on my car. It was all pretty fraught but
I finally made arrangements to see yet another fucking doctor at the arse end
of somewhere in Brisbane next week.
It didn’t dawn on me until I
walked into see Jane, that she might have had anything to do with the
remarkable turnaround. I asked her and she quickly copped to having rung them
and she said that she gave ‘em a bit of a what-for! She said that not often but
sometimes she does this cos she sees the specialists getting away with less
than she thinks her patients deserve. It was such a reminder of those childhood
‘quacks’ who seemed to know everything about you. Well they did in fact know
everything cos they had been seeing you since before you were born.
I reckon this type of doctoring
would have pleased my Nanna. Simple and caring and basic and human.
She is a good woman our Dr Jane,
my Nanna would have liked her.
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