STUCK IN BED

The doctor comes to do a home visit. He checks my fever and asks me how I am feeling. From the moment I lay eyes on him, I do not trust his ability to find what is wrong with me. 

"Have you travelled lately?" The doctor asks me. He is very old and he looks over the rim of his glasses. I think about the question for a second. I have travelled a lot lately. If I say, yes I have, he will probably want to know where I have been. How will I answer that? But my time is up for being silent. 

"Yes, I have." I answer him. 

He shows absolutely no reaction. He takes a syringe out of his bag.

"Have you been to the United Kingdom?" He asks again. It sounds like he will fall asleep any moment. I also contemplate how he must be able to see. His glasses are really thick. This means his eyes are really bad. Why is he looking over the rim of the glasses at the small bottle in his hands.