The nurse that did my bloodtest last week was not a nurse.
Evidence:
- She was dressed in civilian clothing. I had a different nurse who told me about my bloodtest results, and she was wearing an actual uniform. Maybe she snuck in through the back door.
- She completely freaked out after I had fainted, and tried to drag me over to the bed. The real nurse looked at me strangely when I told her this, and said that she would have just put me down on the floor. I reckon she knew something was up.
- My arm currently looks like Jared Leto's in Requiem For A Dream just before it gets cut off. The doctor took a look at it and frowned. I have known him a while, and that particular type of frown usually means "you are wrong". He has used it on me many times when I have tried to medically assess myself in his office. In this case, I think he was addressing my arm with his frown. Seriously. People look at me funny when I wear short-sleeved tops. At the moment I look like I'm a heroin user who's a bit shit. Apprently I had some "interior bleeding", which means NURSEY DID A BAD JOB.
I've got to have another one in a couple of weeks. There is no way I'm letting that mental near my arm again.
Oh, and yes, I do have glandular fever, so buh-bye working at Lush Covent Garden, I've had to quit them for a while. Hopefully they'll have me back. More importantly, it's exam time soon, so I'm working on that predicament instead.