We’ve all been there.

About a minute, you’re sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and another you’re lying in the trunk seat of your best friend’s car seeing that she races you towards the ER.

And not the closest one either.

No. You’re headed to the main one fifty mls farther out, because the one five minutes aside is usually where you begin your residency next week.

So right now there you are, lying in cubicle nine, hoping like hell that the physician going to examine you isn’t young, sexy or male.

Obviously he’s all three.

Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I’ve lodged inside me can be by far the solo most disturbing moment of my life.

Discovering he’s my brother’s new roommate is even worse.

Contains mature themes.