I had a request from my doctor last week, could I help out with some student training. No they didn't want to examine me, just to ask lots of questions about the ovarian cyst I had three years ago, and the hysterical rectomy which followed :o) I don't mind doing this, if it helps the trainees to learn. So today I went to the Medical Centre in the next village and met two very polite young men.
I gave them an account of the whole event from start to finish. How I woke up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain, dialling 999 and getting whisked off to hospital, being admitted onto a ward, and having xrays which showed a 10cm cyst on my right ovary. Then having to wait four months to be admitted to hospital for the op. Then about the recovery, and how long did it take to get back to full health.
Me being the gas bag type, any excuse to get out of the house and have a natter. It all started off very politely, me putting on my posh voice and trying to act ladylike, and them taking things very seriously using the correct terminology. One of them was sat on the trolley bed taking notes, and the other on a chair in front of me asking all the questions. Things were going swimmingly well.
Because it was a gynaecological problem they needed to explore a little further. Then came a few personal questions about my erm how shall I put it, encounters with the opposite sex. They didn't actually come out with 'How many lovers have you had', but I got their gist, ha ha. I might as well tell you now that I am no wallflower, so I find matters of this nature quite easy to talk about with the medical fraternity. If they were shy with me to begin with they certainly weren't shy at the end. In fact the one on the trolley bed had to stop writing as he was giggling so much.
In for a penny in for a pound I thought as I rambled on. They were enjoying it, so was I. The thing is, if I am making someone laugh, it spurs me on to keep going, I just can't help myself, I get carried away. They got far more information than they bargained for. At the end of it they said I was the most entertaining case study they have ever had. Glad I made an impression, once seen never forgotten. I hope they will be laughing about that for a long time to come. I certainly will be, ha ha.
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