|Shorter But Nicer
||[Jan. 14th, 2009|12:06 pm]
I had my follow-up blood test this morning. Also I got measured and weighed. I'm 5'7" and 12st. 7oz. Don't ask me how that translates into metric. Ailz says I can't be 5'7" because she's 5'7" and I'm taller than her. Really? So we measured up against one another and our eyes are pretty much on the level. We also looked in the mirror, but it's a dressing-table mirror and we couldn't see our heads. Maybe I used to wear higher heels or something. |
The nurse was in a bit of a grump. It's her afternoon off and she has a class to go to- something to do with measuring pulses in diabetic feet. "Yes," I said, shamelessly, "I don't suppose they'll have anything to tell you that you don't already know." "Well, she said, reflectively, "They usually come up with something new". She was a lot cheerier after that.
I'm trying hard to be nice to people these days. Making a real effort. This started before I returned to church, but I don't suppose it's unconnected. Yesterday I found myself surveying my LJ post after I'd written it- and wondering if I'd been sufficiently nice to the authors I'd critiqued. Because Christians are unfailingly nice, right? Ogodogodogodogod, I'm turning into Cliff Richard!