 Tuesday, November 17, 2009 |
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I spent all day yesterday in Crawley, where I met a man who told me that twenty years ago, he personally raised £15,000 to buy Crawley Hospital's first fundus camera (fundus is the back of the eye, and also a brand of crispy pancake). I jokingly asked him if he could raise a bit of money for me, and he looked at me seriously and told me to apply to the League of Friends for anything I want. I might ask for my own tea urn.
Frankly I could have done with a strong cuppa this afternoon. Having seen almost as many patients this morning as I saw all day yesterday, I decided (for reasons which still escape me) to volunteer for a free flu jab which was being offered to all staff members. I'd joined the hospital library at about 3pm, and by 4pm I'd taken out so many books on diabetes that I could barely move, but the vaccination session was only just over the road, and was on until 4:30pm, so I decided to drop in on my way back to the office.
To be honest, I started to feel slightly unwell the moment the nurse began to read me the list of possible side-effects. And I hadn't even seen the needle at that point. But my biggest mistake was to tell her that I have a long-standing appointment to have my third and final Hepatitis B vaccination on Friday. I only mentioned it in case it was a problem to have two vaccinations in three days. It wasn't. In fact, it was so far from being a problem, that she said she'd give them both to me today. By the time I left, I had a puncture wound in each arm, two lists of side-effects, and a patch of blood on my shirt. I could barely lift my sack of library books.
But on the subject of powerful jabs, Lisa took Amelie to see Lorraine's new house today. It gave Amelie the chance to play with little Leia and baby Harrison all day. A chance she took with both hands. Well, one fist.
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What Am wants, Am gets. And that's one heck of a left hook. Now I know what Lorraine meant when she said Lisa's responsible for all the bad times in her life.
But fortunately it'll never happen again. Amelie broke a vase before she left, so she won't be invited back. |
posted by Phil at 19:36 
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