Medical Whinging (Part the Second)

Got to see a doctor yesterday. Not Doc G, whom I get along with very well, but his partner, Lady Doc. Whom I do not get along with very well.
Lady Doc’s undoubtedly highly professional, but somehow, we just do not gel. Somehow, she makes me feel like a whinging hypochondriac as soon as I step into her room; I get the overwhelming feeling that she does not believe me when I tell her about any symptoms. Certainly, consultations with her are of the “I’m a very busy person, here’s a prescription” variety.
But she confirmed it was probably Dry Eye and gave me some eyedrops. These seem to be working quite well, although I’m still having blurred vision this morning. However, I’m going to make an urgent appointment at the opticians, to check that there’s nothing else there.