“Your handwriting is abysmal”, said the teacher as I handed her a piece of paper. “I can’t read it at all”. she said.
“Yes Miss Jenkins”, I said, my eyes turned downwards towards my desk.
“How is anyone supposed to read this?” She thrust it towards me.
“Miss Jenkins”, I said. “You were my teacher once, but I am your doctor now. Take this to the pharmacy and they will give you the right medicine. They can read my writing and if they can’t, they will call. Good day Miss Jenkins”.
My apologies if this story is not the correct word length. I am in hospital today having been brought here by ambulance this morning. I did have the idea for the story before hand but was not able to do it on my laptop, with which I can keep an accurate word count .
I am ok I just require some blood and couldn’t drive myself to my regular place. Fun and frolicks.