Unexpected appointment

I don't know what to write except that my tears are biting. This feeling of lack is starting to take hold of my body, my heart and my mind. I feel drained of something. So I make an appointment. I'm in a waiting room, hoping that the doctor will come. That he'd actually deign to come and get me. The doctor passes in the corridor, looks at me, talks to me and leaves again, then he checks up on me, gives me some news of his own and leaves again, over and over again. Is he a good doctor? You can't judge the quality of that, but he doesn't play the role I expect him to play. Does the doctor know that I've made an appointment? The doctor knows he is not a doctor?