I could barely walk by the time I made it to the doctor’s office, or ‘surgery’ as they called it.
An old woman sat behind a desk doing some paperwork. ‘Can I help ye?’ she said in the thick accent of the Scottish islands.
‘Would it be possible to see the doctor right away?’ I asked.
‘What’s yere problem then?’ she asked, staring at me with huge blue eyes through large round glasses.
‘I have a pain in my groin.’ I said. ‘Are you the doctor?’
‘Aye, I am.’ She