
Originally Posted by
xerxesdaphat
Mum was a nurse, injuries and blood fascinated her (although she lacked compassion for the actual patient). But to see her own blood, or that of her children? Something else entirely

Ohyez, “Marrying a nurse can’t be a bad idea” I thought. Visions of extreme pampering and compassionate concern for the slightest scratch… A close social association with Caligula would be less fuckin’ dangerous. Your Mum can't have been a proper nurse, a real nurse would roll her eyes and tell you to HTFU when you'd just tripped over yer entrails.
Used to amuse the neighbours no end when visiting our place, a child’s faint wail in the distance would be heard, getting more strident as it got closer. "Who's that? they'd say, sounds like they're hurt". "Don't know", Mrs O would say, "but they're making a bunch of noise, so they're breathing. The noise is coming closer so there's not much important broken, and no serious blood loss, no doubt we'll find out shortly".
Broke my ankle once, she refused to take me to the ED ‘cause I’d embarrass her.
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
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