Day two of the Elbow Saga and I go to the local clinic for an x-ray.
Síle kindly comes with me.
I had been there once before to get pictures taken of my prostate gland (they were fine).
We arrive early but to our suprise get seen immediately. The x-ray technician makes me twist my elbow in various angles for the shots, which I find terrifying as I expect it to pop any second. It doesn’t. I am sent back to the waiting room to await summoning by the man in charge.
When this happens I am greeted by a large grin from the same doctor who to my astonishment was the same man who told me my prostate was fine and who remembered me AND who speaks perfect English.
He professed himself utterly in the dark as to how and why my elbow is behaving as it is and suspects that the surgeon will send me back to him for further scans which might show the ligaments in dissaray. When I tell him I need my elbow for my job he says I remember, you are a Chef. I am kinda gobsmacked, how do these people remember these things?
Anyway we get on well ( Síle, and the rest of the waiting room can hear my laughter) and then we go to pay. It now cost €3 for the process-which is a fee for storing the files of the photos.
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