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Show -389- Chapter Twenty-Seven In the end the Professor's wife convinced him that he should a t least go see their family physician. He was overdue for the simple t e s t to determine if he was maintaining the proper blood-sugar level. "Besides, I think he ought to take a look a t the cut on you head," she told him, "see if i t ' s healing properly." She phoned and made an appointment for the next day. The Professor didn't think how unusual that was u n t i l he had the doctor's driven half of the three miles to hist office. Usually he d i d n ' t get an appointment in less than a week or ten days. He wondered if his wife had made i t seem urgent. He wished he had listened in when she was on the telephone, but he had never done that in the past, and i t hadn't occured to him t h i s time. Even his wait in the doctor's reception room was more brief than usual. The receptionist took him almost immediately to the scales, where he weighed in at five pounds under his weight on the last visit. Then she led him into one of the familiar small examination room and told him the doctor would be with him in a few minutes. "How did you hurt your head?" she asked as she deposited his file on the stand below the row of pamphlets, where |
