On my 18th I got a suitcase…
“Happy 18th Birthday son….we bought you a suitcase!”
OK my hair wasn’t quite that retro
I was happy with that. I was off to get drunk and train to be a nurse! Cool!
I mention this because it seems there is a growing population who seem reluctant to untie the apron strings of momma’s food and love!
When I was in my mid to later teens I wouldn’t have dreamed of bringing my mum into the doctors with me, but some do. This week however I have been a little shocked.
Firstly it was a 20 year old female, who sat quietly while her mummy told me all about her daughters poorly throat. Bless. I didn’t mind too much, I thought perhaps she had laryngitis and couldn’t talk very well. I felt quite embarrassed when I asked:
“Are you having trouble talking?”
and the 20 year old, clear as a fog horn said:
I felt like advising they went home a had some Calpol, rather than a nasty adult tablet of Paracetamol. (AKA Acetaminophen – come on Americans speak English!! – look I love ya really – oddly most of my readers are American (it must be my swell accent!), so I best not take the pee too much!) – oooh side tracked!
But then it just got worse…
A guy in his mid 20’s came in complaining of a itchy peri-anal rash (as oppose to perennial rash – which would of course be an abundance of colourful flowers – some of my readers are gardeners!) Sorry! side tracked again. (and oppose to a perineal rash – some of my readers are nurses!) Whoa - easily distracted today.
Anyway, there he stood, bum in my face. I advised I thought it was a fungal infection – and he said….
“That’s what my mum thought when she saw it”
Purhaps this is more a reflection of my relationship with my mum, but there is no way I’d show her my butt rash!
OK so I have no problem really with patients of any age, bringing in a any friend or any relative for support, but from time to time, I just think….WHY?
All done – well pack your suitcase and head over to Kim’s for the new logo’d change of shift.