“CONSULTATION WITH THE DOCTOR”
He was sitting in the waiting room reading Sports Illustrated when the door opened, and an attractive and professionally dressed woman in a business suit with a short skirt opened the door and said, “Rex Hartley?”
“Yes,” he responded, and putting down the magazine, got up and walked over to her as she smiled and extended her hand in a cordial handshake. “I’m doctor Harrison, my pleasure to meet you, our receptionist has left for the day. Sorry for the wait but a patient had a crisis that required an emergency phone call and a sedative prescription order.”
A bit confused, Rex said, “Oh,… my appointment was with a Dr. Reginald Harrison?”
“Dr. Reginald Harrison is my husband, and we have a joint practice, but he is quite ill with the flu today, so I’m covering his patients for him. I hope that’s alright with you?”
“Well, ah,” Rex was thinking to himself that it would have been a nice courtesy for the office to have texted, phoned or emailed him a message and rescheduled the appointment, but he responded with, “Oh, ah, sure, if you think it’s Ok?” He’d already been in the waiting room for forty-five minutes.
“What do you mean, Ok?” she asked with a quizzical look on her face.
Feeling slightly embarrassed Rex explained, “I was referred by my primary doctor to your husband because I wanted to have a consultation with a psychologist who specializes in human sexuality.”
“Oh, I see, and I understand your concern. Reginald and I both specialize in that field of psychology, in fact, that’s how we met at the University of Florida.”
Thinking he might as well get another question clarified, “So your personal clients, patients, are males also?”
“Nearly fifty percent.”
“You can trust me, I’m a doctor,” she joked with a warm, reassuring smile that lightened the mood. “Come on into my office, and we’ll get started. You can use that chair, and I’ll sit across from you at my desk, or you can sit in the leather recliner, and I’ll sit here with no desk between us.” Rex chose the leather lounger as it looked quite comfortable and seemed to fit the shrink scenes he’d seen in movies. “Most of my patients make that choice,” she said with another assuring warm smile that exuded confidence.” “She does have a good bedside, or couch, manner,” Rex thought to himself.
“I have all your basic medical information from your primary physician doctor, and the notation on the referral says you are age 18 and this appointment is in regards to your mother. Is that correct?”
“Yes, actually she’s my step-mother. I was adopted at age nine. Her husband deserted her after the adoption. He was a deadbeat, an abusive drunk.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Rex. About the abuse I mean. So, what is it that brings you here today?”
“It wasn’t my idea to come here. It was my mother’s. She says I need to talk to a medical professional and make sure our relationship is not doing me har