Its a wonder I'm still sane.
Following on from the "rat" story below, I just remembered another breast related incident. This one was slightly more distasteful. I cant decide at what point a breast related tale slips from "a bit of a laugh" to "sick", but this one is on the spectrum to the lower end.

I used to attend to the dogs of a lady who was forever announcing that she was "at deaths door and "wouldn't be here next week". This went on for some time and she never seemed to change to me. Anyhow; she was an older lady (mid sixties I guess) and definitely from the less-well-off area of town.

I can clearly remember her bringing one of her papillon dogs (very small - look it up if you like), with a sebaceous cyst on its back. I felt quite pleased to be able to announce that this had a good prognosis and I duly expressed a good deal of cheesy pus from the cyst. A very satisfying moment. I cleaned up the area around the cyst and did the usual job of prescribing medication.

As I was attending to the cyst (squeezing and expressing pus), she piped up "I've a couple of lumps just here (points to chest) which could do with that kind of attention too...".

The conclusion of the consultation was quite rapid, as I felt a touch nauseous.

And I've just thought of another one (have I really been THAT unlucky...?).
(gearanach #wankwankwank, Fri 7 May 2010, 12:43, Reply)