Even Dr Who likes Tea
Im sitting here drinking a mondo-massive cup of good milky sugary tea. Why am i doing this at twenty to two in the afternoon? I just had a frickin needle stuck in my arm, thats why.
Damned blood tests. Damned needles. A pox on them I say..a pox!
It had to be done, but i hate needles. In fact, needles are up there with Ebola and the thought of a Fundamentalist Christian controling the worlds biggest nuclear stockpile, as one of those things which fills me with a cold shivery dread. Which is of course why so many movies and TV programs don’t give any warning before they jab a needle into someone…in extreme close-up. Unless they are dragging the scene out for maximum discomfort. Go watch the Omen remake if you don’t believe me.
They do it just to get at me, I tell you.
So im sitting here with a plaster on my arm feeling a bit ick cos of the needle, drinking my cuppa. The nurse said I should “go home and have a nice big cup of tea. It’ll make you feel better.”
She’s right too. Even Dr Who needs a cuppa every now and then.
Awwwww….poor you!
I react in a very similar way to needles, mainly cause the last time I needed anything to do with one, they had to try eight times to settle the venflon and then I accidentally tore it out and got blood everywhere.
Ignore this comment, I’m testing something
“a Fundamentalist Christian controling the worlds biggest nuclear stockpile”
I can push the button! I can push the button!