WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

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Sun, 2007-09-23 00:43

WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

27 years ago I lived with a woman who's surname was McIndoe. Pronounced Mac In Doo I was corrected when I mispronounced it. She had a small daughter of 5 Katie and a son of 7 Jolyon. I would take them to school often with Katie's friend Katherine in tow. So after another binge this last week I decided it was time to put the plug in the jug. I'd been suffering with a sore upper mouth and aching teeth and as the anaesthetic effect of the booze wore off, the pain in my upper mouth increased, and my mouth by Wednesday was aflame. But like any addict I thought throwing more painkillers and sleeping tablets at the problem would make it go away. It didn't so Thursday morning I phoned my surgery. A doctor phoned me back, and said you'd better come in.

I did so and was eventually called by the duty Doctor, a young woman of about 30 35. She looked at my mouth and said "nasty, I'll give you a weeks supply of penicillin, if it doesn't clear up it'll have to be lanced at the hospital" (It was an abscess) We talked for a while she asked me how the drinking was going and I said that I'd stopped. She gave me the recent blood test results and they were almost good. (Let's hear it for Milk Thistle, which I take every day) When I'd got all my prescriptions she put her pen down swivelled her chair in my direction and said "why are you familiar to me? "Don't know?" I replied. "Am I familiar to you" "Um----no"

"Did you ever know the McIndoes?" she said. "Yes I lived with them. "It's me Katherine, Katie's best friend, you used to take me to school!" Well shiver me timbers and bugger me sideways with a baseball bat. Wow! I wanted to hug her. We chatted for another ten minutes or so then I left. What are the odds on that one. The little girl I knew 27 years ago was one day going to stick her hand in my mouth to treat my abscess. Can anyone better that?

Sun, 2007-09-23 09:42

Yan2

Doctor-patient fantasy coming on... :P wow...that is bizarre, isn't it. There is something from my childhood that haunts me. Let me just say that my sister and I are the only survivors, but the rules stress that one of us must go. When the power of love overcomes the love of power, we'll find peace. - Jimi Hendrix

~It's a maze for rats to try, it's a race for rats to die.~

Fri, 2007-09-28 14:19

tcook

That is a very good one - but it also very true that what goes around, comes around. I had a prefect at school who was a complete and utter b*****d. He used to love to humiliate you, make you do stupid punishments and generally make your life hell. Years later he applied to the place where I was working for a job. I happened to see his application and told the person doing the interviewing that I'd like to be on his selection panel. I explained the circumstances and he was only too happy to play ball. The man got everything that he deserved (but not the job). I told him who I was as he left. Revenge is sometimes very sweet indeed.

Thu, 2007-10-04 10:56

galfreda

Recently there was a shooting on our road (the policewoman told me "It's ok, it wasn't fatal" - as if a crap shot is more reassuring) and our driveway was cordoned off because we were a Crime Zone. I was told that in order to be let out of the Zone and take my daughter to nursery, I would have to report to the policeman "over there", telling him my name and address. The policeman was very familiar to me - I realised as I came up to him that I'd taught him not so long ago (in the one and a half lessons he'd bothered to turn up/stay awake for that year). I asked him if he'd been to X college, and he said, "Yes...... Miss!" His colleague thought it was hilarious that he'd been "identified". Made me feel geriatric, cosy, insecure, and celebratory all at once.

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