The Day the Doctor Sat on the Other Side of the Table

It started with something trivial.

A persistent headache. Not severe. Not disabling. Just… there.

The kind of symptom doctors ignore every day, because there are patients to see, charts to finish, calls to return.

“Probably stress,” he told himself.

He prescribed rest. To himself. But rest never came.

And Weeks later, he found himself sitting in a clinic – not standing.

Waiting. Not as a physician, but as a patient.

Same room. Same smell of antiseptic. Same ticking clock on the wall.

But everything felt different.

The wait felt longer. The uncertainty felt heavier. The silence between updates felt louder.

For the first time in years, he noticed things he had long stopped seeing.