The guy was pleased the day. Nurse of the Diagnostic Center. I was prescribed antibiotics intramuscularly (in my ass) after surgery. I cuddle three times a day, for a week. The injections are quite painful, tired.
So, he enters the room in the evening with his support. Breathing, I get up from the bed, without enthusiasm I drop my pants. He lashes (or what they have there) on a glass ampoule with an antibiotic to drink (so that it would be easier to break the tip), then comes to me from the rear, breaks the tip of the ampoule with the characteristic "click" and pronounces a serious polite tone "Good evening...".
I made you laugh, young people.