As a man with many medical problems – only some imaginary – I have been accused of putting the ‘hyper’ into hypochondriac.
My GP, Dr Nanda, once restricted me to only two ailments per appointment. I got round this by leaving the appointment and then, Columbo-like, re-opening the consultation-room door, popping my head in and enquiring casually, ‘Did Dr Darund tell you about my fish allergy?’
There were no face-to-face appointments during the height of the pandemic. But
