I have concluded that I have been visited by a time traveler doctor.
I was in a doctor’s office getting examined a few years back. Something had been dogging me for more than a decade. Repeated attempts to stop it proved unsuccessful.
While I was sitting there, the nurse called out to a passing doctor. She ducked into the room. Asked me a couple of questions. Spent about 25 seconds examining me. Then she said “Nope, it’s [redacted for reasons of privacy].” and she gives me a prescription right there. No one argues with her, but it’s clear that no one really believes her. Plus, this diagnosis made no sense, based on what I was experiencing.
I have the prescription filled… (after all, what the hell, by this time)
…and a problem that had been dogging me for more than a decade…
…vanishes.
It has been gone for years. Never came back.
Last year, I mention it to my normal doctor, who seems puzzled.
She reviews my history.
Shaking her head, she says “There is no record of a doctor treating you for this condition.”
“It was just a doc passing by,” I add.
“There are no notes of this condition. Also, there’s no record of a prescription. And I would have not diagnosed this anyway — this is a diagnosis that made no sense.”
And yet here I am, doc. Cured.
So I am forced to conclude that I was visited by a time traveling doctor who needed me for something in the future timeline. (or at least was doing something cool and was able to help out on the side)
I hope it’s for something cool.