Thursday 20th July 1989 Wart clinic 16:30
Phil had caught a wart from one of his girlfriends. It was on a very embarrassing part of his body.
I gave him a long blast of liquid nitrogen: 50 seconds which is twice my usual maximum dose. It brought tears to his eyes.
“I am sorry, Mr Davis,” I explained. “It is going to be very sore and blistered for a couple of weeks but I want to be completely sure that we get rid of it.”
Phil nodded sheepishly.
I can’t wait to tell Declan when I get home tonight. Dad has already explained that there are certain situations where doctors are obliged to breach confidentiality.
I hate to admit it but, at times, I get a certain sense of satisfaction from my work in the surgery.