nearly there

Anyway, the injection did start to work and I was then treated to the sight of a medic threading a big needle. “I’ll be OK as long as I can have a vodka later!” “Yes, yes”, and they accurately mimicked me gulping down vodka after vodka. Four medics then gathered around and held down my leg. It was important that I didn’t move it. The needle went in and I could feel the thread going through my skin. Another medic held my hand and talked to me to keep me calm. “One suture, brave girl. What is your name?” One more suture. And another. It’s all over and once I completed the paperwork I was free to leave. I thanked them all, as they had been wonderful. I was given a painkiller and I was just about to leave the scary room, when they gave me the most painful parting shot. “NO DRINK!” They had lied. Pah.

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