Class 2 doctors urgent. Again. That's all we'd done all day. The sort where the patient had driven themselves to the doctors, the doctor says they should go up to the hospital and arranges an ambulance. The patient drives home and goes upstairs to bed and somehow loses the ability to walk. Anyway, I digress. Abdo pain, GP admission. Sprightly old chap wanders out and we wander up to him. He springs up (literally) into the ambulance, suitcase in either hand and flops down with a grin saying those mortal words...."Phew...when they said I had a AAA they didn't tell me it would be THIS painful!" Holy moly. Can I just have a feel of your tummy sir? One of my regular chat up lines. Sure enough there it is. Bi-lateral greys at the ready just as he performs his latest trick...the ironing board impression.
It's strange how you don't remember their names.
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