Eager to check out this “really good” dermatologist, and keen to discover the source of and solution to my particular skin ailment, I set out at 4:53 a.m. Sat morning.
The waiting room was already full when I arrived shortly after five, and cars lined
So, what kind of a guy runs a dermatological walk-in clinic out of his home at such an ungodly hour?
This one rides a bike. Based on the various photos posted amongst the skin info posters on the wall of the exam room, he also serves children in third-world countries and believes in a team approach.
The 2011 diploma from Humber, indicating completion of an Engineering co-op, suggest that he is a life long learner.
He looks ancient, but of quite sound mind and body, other than the fact that he is 95% deaf (he proclaims this proudly at the top of his intake forms, and scaffolds for it by having a host of young helpers on hand who do everything from conducting people from the waiting area into the exam room, to completing a detailed written pre-exam with each patient). I also noticed, as he spoke with his assistant, guiding her in her note-taking, that he is a committed mentor and teacher.
The office is run like a well-oiled machine. Even his scripts – likely often the same ones – are pre-typed so that a helper need only fill in the patient’s name at the top.
His manner, albeit somewhat unconventional, is caring and empathetic.
And as it turns out, while his office hours may be ungodly, the doctor himself is not: At the bottom of his intake form, in small, bold text, were written these words: “I am a Christian. Would you object if I said a prayer for you?”
I did not object.