Friday, 26 April 2013

Thats a weight off of my shoulder...




I was sitting at my desk finishing some notes and wondering idly if there was any chance I could slope off for a quick coffee without my colleagues noticing...

...mind you, since they had both spent longer outside the Unit on their 'smoke breaks' than they had actually spent inside the Unit seeing patients I wasn't too perturbed...


I was aware that Chardonnay,-one of the cleaners-, was idly moping the floor, chewing gum and texting on her mobile phone.

'Ere...Lucien...wots a fascist then...?

"A fascist? Well...its a political term...its means someone who is basically very right wing...uhhhh...someone like Hitler or Mussolini...or Tony Blair..."

Oh...She looked at me blankly...

"Why do you want to know...?"

Well...I saw my doctor  cos I'd been getting pain in my shoulder and he said it was a fascist in my shoulder...

"Ummh...okay...I think he probably said you have 'fasciitis'...a problem with the muscles of your shoulder...its a bit of an old fashioned word..."

Oh...

"How is your shoulder? I see you're moping the floor quite slowly? Is it getting better?"

Oh yerh...I saw him 7 years for the pain...

"Right...so why have you asked me today what it is then ?"

Well...I didn't know what it meant...
...and I didn't want to ask him to fink  I was stupid...
....and I didn't know who else to ask...
....and you know everyfing so I thought I would just ask you...
...cos I know you won't laugh at me...

She correct of course.
I didn't laugh at her.
I would never do that.

You might though.

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