“Hi, my name is *****, I’m a medical student and today is my final exam....” as I shook his hand, praying for the life of me that he didn’t suffer from one of them rare and complicated syndromes.
And so it began.
I had 40 minutes to figure out what he had, before being grilled by a couple of consultants. The curtains were drawn....
40 minutes later...
“Mr JN is a 62 year old gentleman from Dublin, presenting with a painful and swollen left elbow on a background of Rheumatoid Arthritis for the past two years...”
“Go on,” said Dermott, my examiner for the day.
40 minutes ago...
“Do you have any allergies?”
“I have a rash on my elbows after taking Humira,” replied JN
Things were going smoothly.
“I also have a rash near my bottom,” he continued.
“Your bottom?”
Within a “flash” (literally), he pulled his pants down.
So there I was, sitting in a chair, with a naked man’s buttocks held up to my face.
“Can you see it doctor?” he said, peering in between his legs.
As if the day couldn’t get any better...
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