Rate this story 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 said, getting up. She was thin, and...
