I came to the VGH hospital emergency department on a stretcher after breaking my ankle in three places. Your name is Charles and I believe you said you're in your last year of your medical internship. You participated in drugging me and removing my pants (ethically of course), in order to splint my ankle pre-surgery. That I don't remember, but I do recall looking forward to every time you came into my room. Perhaps you'd like to get together for a coffee sometime?