I haven't had a real estate agent that I've liked. The one looking after the sale of this house was the worst at first. Trying to convinceme that it was the best thing to move out now by saying things like 'how will you feel when they start building the units at 7am every morning?" (the property is being subdivided, and he was referring to building on the new neighbouring land). I rang the RTA and found out that they couldn't legally do that - that renting a property included the entire property - they couldn't build while the 12 month contract was in place.
He even offered money on behalf of potential buyers to convince me.
But the last time I saw him, 2 weeks ago, he told me (because he knows I'm a nurse) about his worrying health symptoms and the upcoming bone marrow biopsy he was needing that week.
Now I keep thinking of him and worrying that he's ok. It's strange not having weekly inspections for people to view the property. I want to make sure his tests went ok.
This is insane. I don't even LIKE the guy.
There's something about people's health that grabs my attention. I want to fix everyone. Maybe because I know what it's like to not be well, and not have answers (the inflammatory bowel disease diagnosis fell through when I had a relapse and second admission last week while on treatment). I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

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