Part-time job...and blood...

I am now working another part-time job and am no more working in 5 Loaves Cafe. Sad but what to do...my studies are top priority. Anyway, now I'm working (ironically) as my mum's nurse in her clinic since she's short of hands. So I started 'working' last night and the first patient to come in was a little girl with a cut on her forehead because she fell off the swing.

So my mum tried to put a plaster on the cut but it was quite hard since the cut was quite big and if my mum just put a plaster, the cut will heal longer and the poor girl will have a big, visible scar on her forehead. So my mum had to use the next option. Stitiching up the cut. O.o!!!!!

This is the part when I start to freak out. Good thing the girl's mother is a nurse (I think. Judging from her clothes...) because there aren't any trained nurse around. So anyway, it was soo freaky to see my mum stitch the wound! I can't even stand to see her draw blood from my arm last time, what more to say about stitching someone's forehead!!!

That aside, I regret not helping my mum out much last time because if I did, at least I can remember the medicines or whatever medical stuff she has. Then it'll be really cool but nooo....I didn't!! Oh well...