DOUBLE HERNIA

Phoned up asked if he was there.
He said, 'heard you got a gig on Saturday, is it?’
‘Friday. How’d you know?’
‘He was down the garage booking in for an MOT, what I was doing too, and he said then.’
‘Down at 2R’s?’
‘Yeh, but what a palaver now.’
‘The MOT?’
‘Yes, if you fail you have to pay again.’
‘It’s all computerised, is why, isn’t it?.’
‘Yeh, but it makes it difficult if you’re trying to keep a car on the road cheap...and it’s hard for the small garages too.’
‘He’s surviving isn’t he?’
‘Yeh, he’s alright though he’s got a hernia, a small one, and he’s waiting for an operation, doesn’t want to wait too long.’
‘No. I worked with a man waited too long, two years it was. His intestines went into his scrotum and the specialist said his body’d adapted and if he pushed them back up into his abdomen it’d be too much of a shock and he could die so he was stuck with this obvious lump, more than a lump it was huge, never’d seen anything like it...’
‘I couldn’t be a nurse.’
‘No, nor me, but I saw it, I had too, above and beyond the call it was...mind you a salutary lesson, if it ever happens to me, I’m not hanging around.’