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Best Put Down Ever?
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Good morning all. Yesterday I escaped from the clutches of the NHS after an 8 day incarceration.
After previous problems with numerous organs and body parts, it seems my gall bladder was feeling neglected and decided that it wanted its turn. Ho hum.
Anyway, one morning early in my stay I was visited by a very senior consultant and a posse of underlings. His bedside manner left much to be desired - he was a very short man with a very big ego. After a cursory prod or two he announced that my problem was constipation. Once I had finished laughing, I told him that constipation was definitely NOT a problem.
He was obviously not used to being challenged or disagreed with by a lowly patient. He glared at me then turned to a minion and said "she has constipation, prescribe an enema."
I looked at the minion and said "I do NOT have constipation, so un-prescribe the enema."
He glared at me once more and then began walking away. After a few paces he turned back, stuck his nose a few inches from mine and said
*You are terribly dehydrated going by the skin on your face" and then flounced off. Bloody cheek of the man!
Another low point in my stay was when I nipped outside for some "fresh air" and a rat ran across my foot. I never knew I could move so fast.
My apologies to Gness who had to endure a conversation on the phone interspersed with the sounds of me throwing up.
After previous problems with numerous organs and body parts, it seems my gall bladder was feeling neglected and decided that it wanted its turn. Ho hum.
Anyway, one morning early in my stay I was visited by a very senior consultant and a posse of underlings. His bedside manner left much to be desired - he was a very short man with a very big ego. After a cursory prod or two he announced that my problem was constipation. Once I had finished laughing, I told him that constipation was definitely NOT a problem.
He was obviously not used to being challenged or disagreed with by a lowly patient. He glared at me then turned to a minion and said "she has constipation, prescribe an enema."
I looked at the minion and said "I do NOT have constipation, so un-prescribe the enema."
He glared at me once more and then began walking away. After a few paces he turned back, stuck his nose a few inches from mine and said
*You are terribly dehydrated going by the skin on your face" and then flounced off. Bloody cheek of the man!
Another low point in my stay was when I nipped outside for some "fresh air" and a rat ran across my foot. I never knew I could move so fast.
My apologies to Gness who had to endure a conversation on the phone interspersed with the sounds of me throwing up.
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