"Appendicitis— what else could it possibly be?" I asked.
Steve shrugged. "I'm a little worried about the pain in his flank. And that blood in his urine."
Steve is an excellent surgeon, but this time he was splitting hairs. I walked over to the patient and tapped my fist halfway up his back, left and right— where the kidneys lie. "Does that hurt, Robert?" I asked.
"No," said the muscular young man.
I walked back to confer with Steve.
