You get to see all sorts in this job. We are the "window cleaners" of the medical fraternity. And then, just occasionally, you might even brush up against the paranormal. I’ve already told you about our resident reggae loving apparition in a past post, but today I have had a visitation from the Fair Folk.
Yes indeed, gentle readers, today I have consorted with a real life denizen of the land of Faerie. Thankfully one of the Seelie Court, so I think I’ve escaped without ill effect.
Now I’m sensing some skepticism out there, but I can promise you all it’s true. And how, you might ask? Well, because he told me so himself, and without me even having to grasp him by the beard (which was just as well, what with him being clean shaven and all), traipse three times (or should that be thrice to maintain the idiom…) widdershins round a mulberry bush by the light of the silvery moon or anything. Nope, he just came right out with it in the middle of morning surgery, bold as you please.
It transpires this particular sprite had suffered an accident at work. Namely he had barged his shoulder on a doorframe in a desperate attempt to conceal his identity from the mortal he was visiting. As a result he’s bruised his acromio-clavicular joint. In the end we got to do the examination through his T shirt since it had a broad neck, no doubt so he could keep it in place to save revealing his wings and all.
Still it remains the case that today I met with the Ambridge Tooth Fairy. He’s about six feet tall, and answers to the name of Steve* but Tooth Fairy he assures me he is. So when the kids of the Ambridge First School tell you they know for a fact that the tooth fairy has a very deep voice and knows a lot of interesting Olde English words for bodily functions and general Oaths try not to act at all surprised.
* obviously not really "Steve", but he made me promise not to reveal his true name. You’ll just have to trust me it’s something similarly non-descriptly male, and does not end in “-erbell” or in anyway sound floral.