This week write about something medical, from band-aids, bandages to botulism and as we are in a state at present of heightened awareness about health, you can vent about the coronavirus if so moved.
I know in some places it seems the lunatics are running the asylum but I know it’s not the same everywhere, thank goodness.
Let your imagination guide you, have fun and keep your social distance.
Time for some humour I think.
Sis was doing a first aid course for the girl guides or brownies, or whatever she was, and practiced on the dog.
OK, I used to dress up the cat and push it around in my dolls pram once it got used to the idea, but the dog in question was a good patient and let Sis do the business in all its mummified glory.
Of course he had a broken leg. Cue splint and bandages, but no crutch.
Poor soul also had a damaged tail, so there was a neat little bandage bow at the end so he looked like an under-training kite.
The head wound could have been a killer with him bleeding to death, but she managed to doctor him well with the triangular bandage and at least he could still see where he was going.
The tummy wound was equally OK insomuch as he could still breath and hopped along on three legs trying to keep his balance like some kind of pastry sausage roll (no he was not a dachshund).
I think however Sis wasn’t quite read up on hemorrhoids and he did a lopsided runner into his bed and stayed there until Dad got home.