In the midst of some serious last minute dissertation writing (I’ve two weeks left and I’m only halfway through the first draft), I took a quick trip to the hospital for some blood tests this morning.
Let me just add at this point that it wasn’t that god awful nurse I got last time who bruised my arms like a junkie.
The nurse, a 30 something, brunette, with an Australian drawl, welcomed me in the blood room, asked me to sit down and began the washing of hands and all the other fun stuff that goes on during the blood test ritual. We were making polite conversation as she drew dark red blood from my right arm, when she asked, ‘So, are you still at school [Princesse]?’
‘Ah, no,’ I replied, wondering what she meant by ‘school’; surely she meant university or college, no?
‘Are you going to study at college?’ She asked me, filling the last tube with blood.
‘No, actually I’ve finished university,’ I smiled awkwardly at her, wondering exactly how young she thought I was.
The Australian beauty let out an enormous guffaw, ‘Oops!’ she laughed, ‘I thought you were about seventeen!’
I am aware that I don’t always look like I’m 21, but come on…17?! Although, it certainly isn’t the first time someone has mistaken me for a younger version of myself, the number of times I’ve had to show ID when buying alcohol or cigarettes (for friends!). It can be a tad embarrassing when you’re 18 and mistaken for 15, I must say. Then again, I know I’m supposed to be terribly insulted, but it may mean that one day, when I’m 50, I’ll look 45…and that’s not such a bad prospect!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Tags; baby princesse