My brother was a medic in his NS days.
But medic my foot lah...
Singaporean army medics, what to do... NS boys mah.
Take the case of my bleeding thumb.
He was the first to come home after I cut myself, so I told him about it. And him being a medic, I'd expect that he'll be able to do the wound dressing.
Such high hopes I have of him. Sigh.
He cringed when I told him how I got it.
He disappeared when I changed the wound dressing. Both times!
And can say, "I cannot see or hear about wounds, I'll imagine them on myself. We all medics in NS don't deal with wounds what... Injections, we do."
Injections! Drug addicts are EXPERTS at injections! Don't need to be a medic for that!
I think I shall make him see my cut when I change dressing tonight! *evil laughter*
Hahahahahaha :p
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