Can I fetch you some water?
A local dignitary showing you a picture of their bowel motion on their phone is arguably not the preferred way to end an evening after a few drinks and rounds of Uno sitting in the hot dusk outside Victor's. The knowledge that a person is somewhat medically qualified seems to remove barriers to expected social norms regardless of culture and geography; I have an equally vivid memory of being en-route to a dance performance in London when a woman who I had been introduced to only moments before was very keen to discuss her recent diagnosis of an absent spleen, something I knew very little about. Within the unscheduled (and slightly alcohol tainted) brief consultation with the dignitary I managed to suggest a stool test in the morning and reassured them not to worry too much as they looked well and their pulse was normal. In addition, given that they were thinking of having a drink or two themselves I judged the medical issue at hand unlikely to be too pressing. We made our e...
