"Jane Wilson to Dr. Clinton's room." crackled the loud speaker.
Jane, blonde, slim and forty, started to her feet and hurriedly set off down the corridor in the direction of the consulting rooms. It was her first visit to the new health centre and she was not certain which way to go. At the end of the waiting area a sign pointed to the right and at the end of the corridor was a door with Dr. Clinton's name on it. She knocked and went in.
"Come in, come in, no time to waste, I'm Dr. Clinton. You're a new patient I see, what's the trouble." said a brisk young woman in a business suit with glasses and tied back dark hair.
"Yes." said Jane sitting down nervously, "I've twisted my ankle and need a note as I have been off work."
The doctor told her to take off her shoe and felt her ankle and foot.
"It doesn't seem too bad to me, but I'll give you a certificate for a week."
"Thank you." said Jane putting her shoe on again and rising to leave.
"Not so fast, I see from you notes that although you registered here six months ago, you have not undergone a new patient assessment. We'd better do it now."
"Oh, no,. Please don't worry. My old doctor never bothered with things like that, and I didn't want to waste your time."
"Of its not a waste of time, prevention is better than cure. There is nothing for you to be scared o so lets get started". Dr. Clinton was clearly not the kind of doctor to argue with. She began by taking Jane's blood pressure, muttering that it was bit high, then weighed her and checked her height with a gauge against the wall. Next she sent Jane down the corridor to the toilet with a clear plastic cup to obtain a urine sample. Embarrassed Jane made her way back to the consulting room fearful of spilling any of the warm, yellow liquid. Her embarrassment was heighted when she noticed a man sitting in the corridor grinning broadly at her predicament.
"Right, I need to give you a thorough physical examination, so would you please go next door and take your clothes off." commanded the doctor.
