A young doctor with a dry sense of humour. I'm just been through one of those MOT's that us (relative) oldies are encouraged to have regularly. Following blood tests, I was granted a telephone 'appointment' with a Doc, a full two weeks away, and on a Saturday afternoon, to discuss the results. I was thus compelled to field the lowdown on my health whilst serving customers in my shop, which somehow I managed. He ran through the various levels, and finished on my PSA, which he (thankfully) told me was low. I mentioned though that there was a certain reticence on the part of the pee to flow, and that my brother was going to have to endure a transurethral resection, for which I used slightly inaccurate terminology. He corrected me, saying 'worry not at all, its for you to know the correct terminology for matter vinous, and me to know the correct terminology for matters medical'. He then asked me when I had last had physical prostate check, to which I replied some 7 years ago. He replied 'Why don't you pop in on Friday after work, and I'll give you a quick check over'. I duly visited the surgery on the Friday evening, and was called in. As I walked through the door of the consulting room, I took my jacket off. He looked up from his desk and said...
'A good start...'
A couple of weeks later I accompanied my elderly mother, who has been suffering from a persistent cough, to the surgery. We found ourselves with the same young doctor in the same consulting room. In describing the symptoms, I used the example of my making mother a cup of tea every evening, with which she liked to have a chocolate digestive, and that as soon as she took the first bite she would immediately start coughing. He thought for a few seconds, and then, wearing a serious expression, looked up and asked my mother, 'Which way up... do you take the biscuit?'