I have been at work this week, me and my nose. My poor, post cold, crusty, sadly cold-sore riven snout. (Oh it's all glamour!) Luckily I work in the operating theatres at my local hospital so I think, 'Excellent, I can put a mask on and noone will have to look at my nose'. I am, indeed, quite embarrassed about it.
So I am walking down the corridor. It is very long and very busy. One of the porters very kindly says to me: 'Rach, you've got a nose bleed'.
My hand flies to my face. No blood. 'No', I say, 'That's just my crusty repellent face'.
Sob. I reach for the face masks...
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