Back in the day when I was medical correspondent for London Radio Service (amongst other things), I used to peruse the British Medical Journal. Following the heavy papers about myalgic encephalopathy there were articles written by doctors in a lighter vein. One of the authors was in the navy reserve, and he told the story of being in a frigate in the Red Sea, sitting round, nothing much going on, until a native boat came alongside, with a man in it pointing frantically towards his mouth.
So they took him on board – the man spoke no English – and took him down to the sick bay. The doctor looked in his mouth.
“Well, I suppose he’s got a root abscess,” he said. “But what can I do? I’m not a dentist.”
The sick-berth attendant replied, “Not to worry, sir, I expect it’s all in the book.”
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