No, my glucose level is still 8.6.
No, my weight hasn't moved a gram in four weeks.
This is for my bandaging skilz.
Big toe on the left foot. Difficult job.
I was viciously attacked by a rogue wheeli bin that surgically removed my toenail except for the tiny shred of skin in a corner.
Yes, I thought to myself, that hurt.
Looks down to see a nice pooling of blood at the scene of the crime.
Now this is where having an untidy house comes in handy, I know where everything is because I haven't put it away yet.
So next to my chair is a sterile dressing in case the BrickOutHouse needed it.
On my head is a towell because I'd just washed my hair so that goes on the floor.
Get tape from bathroom, sterile wipes, check pulse, still alive.
Wrap it all neatly and securely after removing nail. Ring doctor, ring BrickOutHouse who yells a lot and then recline gracefully on bed until appointment for tetanus shot.
But doctor and dressing nurse very impressed with sterility of wound. Didn't give me a jelly bean though.