The Doctor’s Symphony
“Have a seat, Ms. Bauer. I appreciate you meeting me this late at night — laboratory time is at a premium, even for me.”
“Of course, Dr. Gilman.” Kristen reclined on the examination table. She shivered, then briefly wondered why. She was used to being cold at the doctor’s office, and her paper robe didn’t provide much warmth. But Dr. Gilman’s lab was warm, almost stuffy.
The pale, balding form of Dr. Gilman appeared from behind an immense, donut-shaped imaging unit. “You passed the last batch of tests with flying colors, Ms. Bauer. In a few hours, your diabetes will be a thing of the past.” Read the rest of this entry »
