Ah, gentlemen, these are our godly intemperance's, our medical untouchables hmm, one day, whilst walking through the Bamber Bridge Mews Louis wandered upon a grave stone that read…
In memory of my father: gone to join his appendix, his tonsils, his olfactory nerve, a kidney, an eardrum, and a leg prematurely removed by an intern who needed the experience.
I mock not gentleman. These people are not gods; they may think they are, but my fellow brethren, we all know better, don't we. As my American cousin Floyd Lyniswern told me :-
There was this city doctor who started a practice in the countryside. He once had to go to a farm to attend to a sick farmer who lived there. After a few housecalls he stopped coming to the farm. The puzzled farmer finally phoned him to ask what's the matter, didn't he like him or somethin'. The doctor said, "No, its your ducks at the entrance... Every time I enter the farm, they insult me!"
Says it all my friends, says it all
