T feeling testy

The test went reasonably well: we were taken virtually straight away to a room which was nice & sticky & hot, and T was electrified for 5 minutes. He didn't like that, because he had to have his arm held still and had weird things stuck to his arm. Afterwards the nurse put a collecting vial on his arm, wrapped it in polythene ("There's a man up on the mountain. Why he's up there, fuck knows, but he's up there with a leg bound in polythene, you can't miss him, he's your man. And have another look in that shed. Find anything. If you can't find anything, bring in the shed." [/Withnail and I]) and then bandaged over the top of that. We were then there for 40 minutes. It was a nice room though, with plenty of toys for him to play with. The nurse got enough sweat from him so after that, we came home.

I wouldn't like to be a paediatric nurse - T plainly saw her as evil incarnate and cried bitterly when she was doing all these things. It must be quite unpleasant being the person apparently deliberately hurting (or in this case inconveniencing) a child. Perhaps knowing you're helping children outweighs the times you're seen as the evil one. And I suppose older ones are capable of understanding why certain things need to be done. But then, I could never be a medical type - queasy at the thought of blood. :D