Xica's Love Stories

I was all set to go on holiday with my friend at the week end. On my way to work I tripped, falling on the curb, cutting my chin rather badly. On arriving at work the boss said 'My, what on earth have you done to yourself! You must go to the hospital and get that seen to, which I did.

 

When I arrived at the hospital the young doctor asked what had happened and I told him, so he asked me to raise my chin so that he could look at it. As I raised my head blood spurted out with great force right across his notebook. He said I would need to have it stitched, which I did. The outcome was rather like a large  black spider with black legs in all directions, as the cut was jagged. He patched me up with such a huge dressing that it looked as though I must have at least broken my jaw!

 

He was chatting away, and when I said I was going on holiday he asked where, and said that that was where he came from. He was quite a handsome fella. We were getting on very well together. He was quite interested in my holiday plans.

 

I returned to work where everyone looked flabbergasted! When my boss saw me she said "Good gracious you can't work looking like that-you had better go home. My job you see was as the cashier, meeting all the public.

 

When I arrived home my mother was talking with a neighbor. They too looked aghast because of my appearance. They thought my injuries were serious.

 

I had only just started at this job and didn't like to tell about my holiday plans, coming up so soon, so I left. My excuse being that looking as I did I would not be allowed to work for a while anyway, and as a new-comer to the job I felt I couldn't take time off so soon. I went on holiday and enjoyed it.

 

At the hospital someone had asked me what type of work I did and I said that I was a computer operator. He said "we could do with you here" - so, you've guessed it, later I applied for a job and was accepted. Knowing that hospital staff sometimes lived on the premises I thought I would like to try that. I thought, then I would see more of my dashing doctor.  It turned out though that the only type of work I could do, living in, was in the matron, sisters and nurses dining room, so I agreed. The matron had silver service with cheese board, sisters had water jugs on the tables, nurses had just the meal.

 

The hours were very long, the work difficult and hard, and as a skinny young thing I couldn't really cope so I only stayed two months, during which time I thought there was a chance with the young doctor! I was given a uniform to wear, with a hair band that partly covered my hair, which rather changed my appearance.

 

One day, as I was walking along the collonade I saw my dashing young doctor coming towards me. I was quite thrilled! So I was all ready to give him a big smile and say 'hello' - but alas! My hopes were dashed. He walked straight past me. Either he didn't recognize me in my uniform or he didn't want to know someone of such a lowly position, although he didn't seem that sort of guy so it must have been that he didn't recognize me. That is what I believe.

 

So it became rather a story of love lost than love ignited, which I felt was a disastrous shame!

 

by Pattiyan - Pseudonym