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My G.P.’s practice is run by two part time doctors. In my five years with them, I’ve only ever met Doctor #1 . I assumed the other one had another office — I never really thought about it much. Turns out they work on fixed days and for some reason I’d never been on a Friday or Wednesday before, when Doctor #2 is on duty. The doctors are two very different types of people. Doctor #1 is a calm, somewhat serious man who quite recently suffered from burn out. I like him a lot, because he doesn’t talk down to you and recognises the ’smarter’ patient. Doctor #2, is a woman of the chirpy sort. Big smile, seems to be in a rush. This is how they both dealt with me, their patient:

Me: ‘So, yeah, hypothyroidism… what now?’
Doctor #2: ‘Really, many people have it and live normal lives. We’ll give you medication and you’ll be right as rain.’

Me: ‘And, um, what are the consequences of hypothyroidism?’
Doctor #1: ‘You die.’

In an effort to fully enjoy what may well be the last few hours of the Buffyverse, I’m going spoiler free for Angel. (Sorry, Simon, you’re on your own at the Wh’esque.) I only vaguely knew the plot of last night’s funny and creepy ‘Smile Time’ (S5×14, hey wanna see some pretty pics?), which made it just so much more… well, funny. And creepy. The teaser alone had me gasping.

In other TV commentary, a big big ‘heeeee’ for the poster at TWOP who coined ‘Ambercrombie and Bitch’ for this season’s May/December ’ship between The O.C.’s Luke and Auntie Julie. And does anyone really care about what happens to Ryan and Melissa? I think not. It’s all about the Cohens.

And also: bye bye Oliver. Good riddance.