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Wednesday, September 13, 2006 waving my arms around.Britain probably has one of the worst public health services in the whole world. Not only is the NHS frustratingly inefficient, they are equipped with the most incompetent of sadistic nurses. They have to poke around in your arm at least THREE TIMES with the most evil of all evil needles, just look at that malicious glint of shiny white at the tip, which screams: "My life is dedicated to the sole purpose of causing you unspeakable pain". And the nurses smile in such a patronizing manner, while blaming YOU for having 'elusive veins'. In case you were wondering, I'm not the victim here, poor Jo is - she's ill. (Get well soon, Jo!) That being said, I had been subjected to the same torture at the NHS a few months back, where another one of those faceless nurses which they produce out of flatted factories by the truckload, stabbed me thrice in her search for one of my veins. I'm so sure she has a tattooed barcode hidden somewhere. The experience left me severely traumatised. And she was so kind too, she left me three big blue-black bruises as a parting gift. Nice. Okay, rant over. Oh, and the rain ruined my snow-white pumps, they're now the same colour as that misbegotten son of black and white. Sigh. Time to take my daily dosage of Verdi anti-depressants. she procrastinated @ 22:58 |![]() |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies no memory to call its own. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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