Woke up this morning and as I was getting out of bed I had a bit of a pain. After a bit of prodding around and looking in the mirror I could see and feel what looked to be a hurnier. Looks like I may have achieved more than a personal best at lifting 100kg at the gym the other day.
So went to find the Ships doctor. Then there was a mild comedy sketch show as I was trying to explain to the girl on the information desk that I needed to see a doctor. The only words she heard were Dock, so kept telling me about disembarking. This went in for about 5mins until another member of staff turned up and called the ships nuse. It was confirmed it was a small hurnier and I should go to the local hospital to get it checked out.
So here I am in the queue. It’s not just the UK NHS that has queue’s.
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