Walking down the corridor I spy Andy, one of the surgical SHOs who gives me a wave. He’s just come back from a holiday in
“Hey mate, how was the trip?” I enquire
“Absolutely brilliant,” comes his chirpy response. “Seven days with nothing to do apart from lounge around and drink beer.”
“Nice one, I’m almost jealous.”
“You ought to be.”
“And you seem to be doing a reasonable impression of Dave Dickinson at the moment…”
“Hey… don’t you start knocking our Dave! Anyway the tan’s not the only thing I got out there”
“Oh really? What else did you get? The clap? I’ve told you about this before…”
“Cheeky twat!” and he punches me on the arm. “No, I was talking about this…” And he gives me a conspirational look and rolls up his shirt sleeve to reveal a rather large tattoo on his right arm.
“Oh, you got it in the end.”
“Yeah, what do you think?” I study the design for a moment. It’s actually rather a good one. Admittedly, it doesn’t really go with the cuff linked shirt that he’s wearing, but with a different outfit I reckon it’d look really good.
“I like it,” I conclude. “It’s a bit bigger than I thought you were going to go for, but I think it looks really good.”
“Yeah, I thought there’s no point getting one unless it’s a big one and I really love it! I should have got it done years ago.”
“Well, you did keep banging on about it for ages, so at least I don’t have to listen to that anymore. But honestly, it looks good. I’ve got to get back to ITU though, I need to put a central line in before the patient goes to the CT scanner at . I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Yeah, see you mate,” replies Andy and off he flounced back towards the surgical wards.