Couple of days ago a patient on the ward had a tumble, came away with a laceration on his forehead.
He was a charming old chap, led an extraordinary life. He was a sergeant in the British SAS commandos, been to a couple of tours around the world. He even did the sniper duty for the Queen's Coronation back in the days.
I volunteered to stitch him back up. To my surprise, my reg agreed; and even more surprisingly he agreed too, having only tuned down a surgical intern the previous night. Anyway, I gave a pretty good performance with a big audience of a reg, a RMO, a nurse and the patient's wife.
On the consultant ward round the next morning, he greeted each of us as we come in. When he saw me, he welcomed me warmly, "ahh! my plastic surgeon!"
Hehe...he made my day. I'm easily satisfied.
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