28 10 / 2011
This Won’t Squirt A Bit - Part 2
The doctor looks up, first at me and then at my wife. “I erm… suppose I could… ah… take a look at it.” His face is now a vivid shade of hot pink. “Would you mind erm… removing your top please? And umm… your bra.”
We seem to have accidentally stumbled into a terrible John Hughes coming-of-age movie. I start to wonder if our doctor is actually a doctor, and not just a nervous teenager here on work experience. Or perhaps he’s the lucky winner of a hospital radio competition. Have the NHS cutbacks been that bad? Are they plucking random idiots off the street, handing them a stethoscope, a copy of FHM and asking them to cover for the Boob Specialist?
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