Me And My Mims Comments

I was e-mailing a friend recently, giving her some information gleaned from my Mims (the doctor’s ‘bible’) concerning a recently prescribed medication. My friend hastily came back to ask where I had obtained my Mims which she knew to be unobtainable to the general public and only available to the medical profession. No trouble to me I wrote back, telling her quite openly, cos I'm an open sort of person, that I had snitched it from my doctor's surgery many years ago. Quicker than lightning she’s back again, asking if I wasn’t ashamed of myself because of all the patients who may have died because of me having the doctor’s Mims. Of course not, I replied; ‘specially as you can see how easy it is for a doctor these days, just paging through a little book and then looking down at us, all sort of profound-like and bang’s yer Auntie, all he has to do is write out a script, copying it from his Mims. (That he had to study for years and years is of little consequence to us Mims nickers, being proper know-it-alls like and all)

When I was little, a consultation invariably consisted of us having to stick out our tongue and say aaaah … after which the doctor would hammer our knees with a funny little hammer that he also used for other funny things and that was the end of the consultation. Oo…eee, ha ha ha ha ha ha...
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