Friday, October 10, 2008
So, this morning, one of my friends went into hospital for a pretty major operation. It's funny - I thought I was okay with hospitals now. When I was young, I nearly passed out watching my mum give blood and couldn't watch anything medical on telly because watching people cut open just made me feel really sick. Now, at 32, I had to leave the anaesthetist's interview my friend was in because I broke out in a cold sweat, clammy palms and swimming stomach. I'd thought that ten years of interpreting had hardened me up doing everything from blood tests to odd injections into the knuckles of joints and full anaesthesia. Not so, apparently!