It was the idea of his aunt Dorothy, a very forceful woman who insisted he have a complete physical. Alas, as he relied on her for a rather comfortable monthly allowance, he could hardly refuse. During the day, the miserable favorite nephew was subjected to stress tests, blood tests and every other type of torture that the medical professionals could drum up. The Nurse, who the other patients referred to as Twiggy, was much more like a Brunhilda. She was rough and she was tough and not at all like the angelic looking young woman emblazoned on their hospital brochure. There was only one annoying test left and then he was on his way home.