Twang

I was in a meeting the other day when all of a sudden something in my elbow went "twang" and for about half a minute I found myself in excruciating pain. On the plus side as I was in the middle of explaining something, my sudden change from normal business-speak to high volume swearing actually helped to get my point across. The pain subsided and my arm was mostly back to normal.

I decided to head off to the doctor as this was sort of an odd thing to have happen and I wasn't keen to have it happen again. So a few hours later I found myself purposely waving my now pain-free and completely mobile arm in front of the triage nurse.

She could find absolutely nothing wrong with it.

"Have you been playing tennis?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

At the time, I was sort of happy with this line of questioning, as I felt that it indicated that I must appear to be an active tennis-playing sort of fellow. In retrospect, I think it indicates that I must appear to be the sort of person who wanders off to randomly play some tennis and then completely forgets about it.

After deciding that this was nothing serious, she started writing up my visit in her computer.

"Now how would you describe this pain, again?"

"I would call it a 'twang'"

"Would you call it a 'throb?'"

"It felt more like a 'twang.'"

"How about a 'stabbing pain?'"

"Is there a problem with 'twang?'"

"It isn't really a medical term."

"Perhaps you can put it in quotes."

"I'm going to call it a 'throb.'"

That's the problem with the medical profession today = all the poetry has been sucked out.