Blasted medical professionals

I swear, they are in fact trained in the style of the Inquisition - yes, the Spanish one.

So, Professor Woolfe prodded and poked and, in response to me telling him that my left knee is particularly bad at present, he takes out his rubber mallet and whacks it a couple of times for good measure. "bend forward without bending your knees," he says, having just cracked my already acheing knees a thumping good blow. "Does this hurt?" he says, twisting my wrist again after seeing me wince with sharp intake of breath and trying to pull away from his painful intrusions.

And then the blasted "community health practitioner" with the enormous needle inserted roughly into tender arm and yanked out equally painfully.

Bastards