Here’s a funny story from a reader in I presume the UK. Thanks for the submission!
“A young cyclist brought in by ambos fare being heat by a car, came off his cycle, lacerated forehead, grazes, his tight spandex outfit is all melted and torn… He is collared… And conscious…
It’s been a busy Sunday afternoon with all the footy blokes and usual sporting injuries through the door… So everyone just goes through routines in a semi inebriated /automatic mode, mentally ticking the boxes…
We do the log roll, the senior has done the the back exam finishing it off with a finger up the vic’s bum… Next he walks around to the head of the patient and says so, you re feeling ok otherwise, head’s ok? No problems with your eyesight? Can see clearly?
The bloke goes, yes,yes everything is fine, no problems… I can see you quite well, you are a good looking young man…
… I had to run out of the resus bay not to embarrass myself …”
What the fuck has happened to the King’s english?
Sounds more like it’s from an Aussie than a Brit.
It’s a fisting