December 24th
Guess what happened,
Okay, so apparently it is Christmas eve and I am still stuck in this lame excuse of a hospital, recovering from my little vomiting incident. I have only just figured out what actually went wrong, when I found a pill in my sandwich and asked the nurse,
"Why am I being treated like a dog when I am capable of swallowing a pill?" But at the time I said this, the nurse just looked at me wide eyed, with fright written all over her face, almost as though I had just blown her cover.
She replied with the weakest excuse saying, "I'm afraid Dr. Carter wishes to keep your sickness a secret from you."
I rolled my eyes so hard, the nurse was scared they would fall out of their sockets, and in a sarcastic tone replied, "please inform Dr. Carter, that if he hasn't noticed I am in a hospital, you know where sick people go and I am also a human being. I don't wish for him to tire his useful self in trying these sly and unnecessary pills hiding techniques."
With a sour face she left the room and seemed to vanish amidst the chaos of doctors and technicians running wild along the busy corridor.
At that very moment I knew that I had committed the single biggest mistake of my life, I had upset the head nurse, who was, unfortunately, in control of my life. No, not my actual life, she was in control of my food, oh and my actual life too.
A few tense moments later, she walked back in with an added attitude to her strut. She reached over my bed to the whiteboard behind it and with a smug look on her little wrinkled face rubbed out whatever was written on it replacing it with, "SANDWICHES ONLY". Internally I was dying, but on the outside, I kept my composure and returned her smug expression with a sarcastic smile, actually more like a bitch face.
"NOOOOOO!" I cried. The single thing that I relied on to sustain my optimism was food and now she had stolen that very thing from me. I had seriously underestimated the wrath of a vengeful nurse and now I had to deal with its consequences. Attempting to remain optimistic
I kept reassuring myself, "how bad could hospital sandwiches possibly be - right?"
Wrong.
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It was around half-past one in the afternoon and the lunch lady was coming around with food for everyone. As she was about to hand out my lovely tray filled with strawberry jelly, chicken noodle soup and a side of not-so delicious garden salad, she noticed the sign on top of my bed. Almost as though in slow motion, she gave me a sympathetic smile and slid the tray back into the trolley, instead pulling out a plastic container filled with sandwiches.
This scene kept replaying over and over in my head until I realised that I was feasting on this horrendous meal of stale tuna slapped onto a soggy bread with a generous serving of clotted mayonnaise. When I realised what I was actually eating and when my brain finally began processing its taste, I instantly spat it out, but not back in the tray...
I had unintentionally spat it back onto my doctor's face, who was now standing there covered in regurgitated hospital sandwich. He had just happened to appear at the very time, when I was at my lowest. This habit of reversing back my food is getting really impolite now.
But at least it was the wannabe ninja of a doctor that clearly is way out of his depth. To my utter shock, it was not some old man that I had pictured in my head to resemble Scrooge from 'A Christmas Carol'. My doctor was actually decent looking, who am I kidding he was freaking attractive!
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The Diary Of A Chubby Girl
Teen Fiction"The day I was born, stars shot down to earth, planets fell out of alignment, the world stopped revolving and destiny ran for its life." My name is Tamara Eloise Daley but you can call me TED. I like to think that I had this impact on the world, bu...
