Friday, 30 April 2010
123 Miles and 20 Sleeps to go
The clip above has got absolutely NOTHING to do with anything - it just made me laugh!
According to the map, I've made it to Inverness. Only 123 miles to go til I reach John O'Groats.
Getting to Inverness wasn't particularly easy, mind you. As soon as I saw the rookie lass coming towards me with the needle trolley, I thought 'Oh God - here we go. Please just make me a cup of tea and get the girl who's been here for 150 years to do it.'
But no, after 3 attempts of shoving the needle in and saying 'oh God is that hurting, oh God I think I've gone right through the vein and oh God I've made a right hash of that,' she finally gave up and got someone else to do it. Meanwhile, all the other patients in the room were shouting over to me - 'Are you playing awkward buggers today?' They do their best to keep your spirits up in there.
They sent my bloods away for inspection to make sure I was fit enough to take the gloop, and I discussed and laughed with hubby about the news in the paper - all about Gordon's Great Gaff and how poor Sue was going to get nacked when he got his hands on her.
Then the massage lady came to get me and I enjoyed another spell in the South of France with lavender oils being massaged into my feet - delightful.
Safely delivered back from Provence - and there was rookie with her trolley full of syringes waiting for me.
Whilst we chatted, and whilst she shoved the crap into my veins, a lady came in on her own and was shown to a seat. It was obviously her first time there, and I just knew she was on the verge of tears. Sure enough, she started to cry, and the nurse pulled the curtains round to give her a bit of privacy and a bit of a comforting chat.
Once I was all done and ready to go, I stopped to see if she was ok. She was fine, and by the end of our chat, I nearly had her signed up to join the Angels Cricket Team....