Mason Johnson is, as of two weeks prior to his appointment, a handsome and athletic young man of 19 years. A few weeks after his birthday he was on track to begin his first semester at the university he’d been dreaming of for years. He had his classes registered, his dorm picked out, and he was accepted into the athletics program. Except, of course, for one small issue in the admissions process. It would seem that somebody forgot to verify Mason’s health records ahead of time. Needless to say the athletics admissions official had an awkward chat with mason, and he would need to get into his GP’s office to rectify this, and get his info updated.
His normal GP was three hundred miles away, having moved only a few months ago, so clearly that was going to be an issue. ***Ok, no big deal***, Mason thought, ***I’ll just schedule with someone new and get it over with.*** So, that’s exactly what he did, he called his usual office and after an oddly long call with a particularly perky secretary, Mason had an appointment with one Dr. Harold Call. He wasn’t familiar with him, but he figured he couldn’t know every practitioner in an office he hadn’t been in for over a year.