First message
I examine the deep cut from my patient’s knee, the wound looks especially harsh in comparison to her stunning appearance. She seems familiar but I can’t quite remember. I press the cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol on her wound, eliciting a harsh winch from her. Apologies Miss…I wish I could say it will hurt less once you get used to it, but that’s a pretty bad scrape. I drop the soiled pad into the trash & take a look at the patient’s form, surprised to see the name of my blind date.