Nero
Re: Tired
66.5kg?? In my dreams.Went for a blood test at the doctors’ surgery because I felt I should, and because I haven’t seen them for years.
The nurse tapped at the computer. “Oh,” she exclaimed. “We haven’t seen you for years! We had best give you a check-up!” She strapped on a blood pressure thingy and tried to make my arm explode. “It’s a bit high, we’ll come back to that.” “It’s because I hate exams and interrogations...” I tried to explain.
“We’ll measure your height and weight. Take your shoes off, please.”
“Good idea,” I said. “They would give me a fair bit of extra weight.”
“And height,” she added, rather unhelpfully, I thought. “And that’s 173cm.”
“Oh. I thought I was 175cm.”
“Sorry about that. And 66.5kg.”
That was better. “Great, my scales said that this morning with no clothes on!”
“Win some, lose some,” she said. “Now, how much do you drink?”
I told her. She paused, and we both knew what was coming next.
“You know that the...”
“...yes, I do. I also know what I told you was correct, and you don’t have to halve the figure I gave you like you do with most of your patients.”
She pursed her lips (poetic licence - we had masks on). “Let’s try your blood pressure again. Yes... that’s absolutely fine now.”
Honours even, I felt.
“come in No91 your time is up”
“But we don’t have 91 boats”
“No16, are you in some sort of trouble?”