Hillbilly Bob was delivering a load of firewood to Oliver, BC. Just as he was getting the last log off the back of his truck, it fell and hit his left foot.
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Tim, Hillbilly Bob’s customer. “That hit your foot hard. Are you okay?”
“I am fine,” said Hillbilly Bob.
Hillbilly Bob went to jump down off the back of his truck and a sharp pain went through his foot. He winced and Tim saw he was in a lot of pain.
“You aren’t fine,” said Tim. “You are going to come with me to see my doctor.”
“I will be fine,” said Hillbilly Bob, trying not to show Tim how much pain he was in.
“Come,” said Tim, helping Hillbilly Bob off the back of the truck and into his car. “I won’t take no for an answer!”
Truth of the matter is that Hillbilly Bob despised doctors. He avoided them as much as he could.
“You will like Dr. Dollie,” said Tim. “She will fix you up in no time.”
“A female doctor,” thought Hillbilly Bob to himself. “This is all I need.”
Hillbilly Bob was pleasantly surprised at how gentle and kind Dollie the Doctor was. She was very thorough and she also spent the time to listen to him.
“I just got the xray back,” said Dollie the Doctor. “You don’t have any broken bones. It looks like your ankle is sprained.”
“Will I be able to work?” asked Hillbilly Bob. “I have so much to do right now. I have bills to pay and with Christmas just around the corner, I need to work.”
“I would advise to stay off it for the next few days,” said Dollie the Doctor. “I can sit here and say no, you can’t work but I know you aren’t going to listen to me. I understand you have bills to pay and need to work. So, I will tell you, you can work if the pain subsides but you do want to be very careful and you really should give your foot time to heal. Apply ice to the swelling. I will give you a prescription for some pain meds but please only take them when needed. I don’t want to see you getting addicted to them.”
“Thank you,” said Hillbilly Bob. “Thank you for taking the time to listen to me.”
“That is what I am here for,” said Dollie the Doctor. “I understand you live in Kamloops. I want you to come see me there next week. I will be working at an outreach centre there. I want to see how that foot is progressing.”
“Sure,” said Hillbilly Bob, feeling very comfortable with Dollie the Doctor. “I can do that.”
“You should then follow up with your family doctor,” said Dollie the Doctor, looking at the lack of medical history on Hillbilly Bob’s records. “It looks like it has been a few years since you have had a proper physical done. It is best to stay on top of your health instead of waiting for something to fail.”
“Truth is,” said Hillbilly Bob. “I don’t have a family doctor.”
“Well,” said Dollie the Doctor. “You do now. I am running an outreach center in Kamloops twice days a month. You come there and I will treat you.”
Hillbilly Bob thought horrible about what he had thought about Dollie the Doctor originally. He thought she was thorough, professional and very kind. He did go to see Dollie the Doctor for his physical and he also encouraged his parents to go see her as well. They all got a clean bill of health.
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