“Come in”
(God he looks rough)
“How are you?”
(Bet he says he’s fine)
“I’m fine”
(Liar)
“This should take around 20 minutes”
(I’m dying for a pee and I’ve got to nip to the Post Office)
“OK”
(Please don’t drop my pants. It’s very cold in here)
“It’s going to be thorough”
(Oh nooooo….she is)
“Just a few questions really”
(….and relax)
“How many units of alcohol do you consume a week?”
(probably 40 looking at those eyes)
“Oh….um…around 25”
(thought so)
“I need to take some blood- roll up your sleeve”
(start to take great interest in picture of Sydney Harbour Bridge on wall)
“It’s just a small prick”
(hang on I thought you weren’t going to ….ah I see)
“I’ll send the results off. The Doctor may want to see you”
(even money certainty)
“Any advice?”
(here goes, draconian lifestyle changes ahoy)
“Look after yourself”
(and a good haircut wouldn’t go amiss)
“Am I going to die young?”
“No”
(Yes)
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