Diseases do not read books Sunday May 16 2021 One day, this very eloquent and exotic looking patient walked into my consultation room, oozing pheromones of “class”. She sat down, like Meghan Markle ready for Oprah’s interview. I know nothing about fashion, but I could tell that her bag was neither bought from Pioneer Mall nor was it obtained from the overpriced Abryanz store. It was “Legit”! Anyway, unlike Oprah’s Meaghan, my Meghan gave minimal eye contact while we interacted, her iphone got the most of it. She was chewing on gum when she walked in but courteously rolled it in a small shiny silver paper and damped it in the bin. She then wraps it all up when I asked for the reason of her visit and she said, “I have come to get a prescription for Carbimazole, I think I have Thyrotoxicosis”. If I was not a medical doctor that would have marked the peak of my fascination, however, as medical doctor I could only probe further, “Why do you think you have Thyrotoxicosis?” This turned out to be one of the longest consultations I have ever had, the patient was adamant about her diagnosis of Thyrotoxicosis while from my interaction with her it was an anxiety disorder with episodes of mild panic attacks.