Help!

The steward just asked me if my “doctor” title (it’s a work trip, OK? I’m not a wanker) was of the ”medical persuasion”, or…?  I confessed that it was, because I couldn’t  think fast enough on my feet to say I had a doctorate in ichthyology or whatever. I did tell him to feel free not to wake me in the night for any medical emergencies, but then backtracked as I didn’t want to sound churlish. I might start hitting the vino ASAP though.