Quacks, m&m’s and the profanisaurus
Bravery Award
“Hmmmm, we have two options” explained the Doctor as he prodded and poked my thumb.
“Number one; we inject here and here”, he pointed to either side of my thumb, “wait for the anaesthetic to kick in and manipulate your thumb back into place. Of course it will mean your whole hand will be numb for a while which’ll affect your driving, etc.”
OK, so option #1 wasn’t too clever; I needed to drive back to work and then do my usually tappity-tappity-tapping on the computer. Time for me to ask the obvious..
“So what’s optio…” *CRACK!*
“AAAaaarrrggghhh….
…”
“Finished?” the Doctor asked as he peeled me from the ceiling and sat back into his chair.
“Sorry about that, but I tend to find the surprise approach works best in these situations” he continued.
“Fuuuuu….” I whimpered. “So why did you jump back too?” I asked.
The doctor laughed. “I’m on rotation with the Army, you try that move with a Soldier and his first reaction is to deck you. Seeing as this is a martial arts injury, I thought it best to give you the same wide berth”.
I had to laugh at that as he put a support on my wrist and hand area.
“All done, you can go now”
“What no lollipop?”
“I’m afraid I don’t have any, but you can have an m&m for being brave.”
I of course had to take it, I rather felt I deserved it. As I got up and made my way to the door the Doctor did have one last question.
“Spunk monkey? I’ve not heard that expletive before, that’s really rather good although I’m not sure it’s something I can fit into a conversation very easily”
I left, hastily…