FOWC with Fandango — Practice
Tilly had had it. She was fed up. He had exercised utter control over her whilst she had been ill and bedfast. Yes, she was ill, but her brain hadn’t gone. She was still a human being in that pain wracked disintegrating body. But he wouldn’t let her speak for herself. Not even to her doctor, who visited her regularly. He took over, and spoke for her, and what was worse, he told the doctor it all wrong. Pulse rate, oxygen levels, temperature, and all the vital signs. He created a totally false picture for the doctor. Tilly kept trying to speak, but could not mae her voice heard above his. He was facing the doctor and she was engrossed in what he was saying, and taking it all in. Tilly wanted to shout out,
“No, no, that is all wrong,” but she could not get enough volume in her voice.
Inside, Tilly shrivelled up. She was fast becoming a non person. She ached inside, and knew it was hopeless. It had always been this way. Him shouting her down in company, saying she was wrong, and everyone listening to him.
In time, Tilly became well enough to visit the doctor’s surgery for herself in her wheelchair. She wanted something simple. A simple prescription that she had had many times before. She attempted to talk to the doctor, then noticed that HE was there. He had followed her in. He tried to take charge of the conversation. That was IT for Tilly. She was having no more of it. She spun round fast in her powered wheelchair and drove it towards the door. He was in her way, blocking her in. He refused to move. Cshe drove over his foot.
“Ouch!” He yelled.
“Well you shouldn’t have sat there then should you. This is meant to be a private consultation.”
With that, she was gone. Out of the door, out of the building, and down the road to the next surgery along the road.
In a fluster she entered Reception.
“Is your PRACTICE taking on new patients?” She inquired.
“Yes,” said the girl behind the screen.
“Well will you take me then?” asked Tilly.
“Yes,” replied the girl.
“And please, will you never speak to my husband,” she said. “I’ve just escaped from the surgery up the road.”