Eddie has been having some problems with neck pains. The pains have been with him for years, but until recently he was managing pretty well with regular painkillers. A bit before Christmas the pains got worse so we repeated some blood tests, looking for evidence of arthritis, and an x-ray.
The bloods were quite normal, but the x-ray has shown worn disks in a couple of places in his neck and these will undoubtedly be the cause for his pain. So he will press on with the painkillers. I did offer him physio, but he has tried this before and is not keen.
“I used to come here for it when you had that blonde girl upstairs. We did it three times a week, but I had to give it up ‘cos it hurt too much!”
Then he realized what he had just said, and neither of us could entirely suppress a schoolboy smirk.
Some days here it's just like being on the set of a Carry On film.
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Big bresths.
Yeth and I'm only thixteen.
Ah yes, I remember them well.
I'm sorry, I seem to have missed something.
I don't quite understand.
What has a blonde juvenile got to do with painful medical procedures?
Is this where I order a copy of "Fly Fishing" by that Hartley chap?
Sorry, both, see latest post in lieu of grovelling apology.
elaine-- a line still used whenever I can get away with it in the asthma clinic ;-)
nostrum-- the "girl" in question was an uber-fit, ultra-posh physio who used to torment our punters before she got wed and moved on to better things (well Exeter actually). She is fondly remembered by many of her former victims... er patients that is. Especially the male patients for some reason.
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