WHAT A NURSE!!
A NII COMMEY HANDWRITING Meerhhnn!!. nurse papapaaa A middle- aged woman, obviously, the nurse assigned to us that morning came out from one of the several doors that lead to the Out Patients Department (OPD). She looked too much of a model to me than a nurse, for I felt a great sense of modeling in her walk. She looked like a finalist of a beauty contest, who had been given the daunting task to flaunt her vital statistics: our medical folders were shoveled under her armpit like a fanatical university girl bigheadedly walking into a Linguistics Lecture Hall. Her eye lid, dependably demarcated with green lipolipo to match up the characteristic green and white nurses’ uniform; her upper and lower lips transparently glazing with a succulent lip-gloss; admittedly her uniform was distantly promiscuous, per the standards of the nursing code of dressing- too body-hugging, too sketchy, too skimpy. “What a nurse!!!” I exclaimed with the lips of my mind. ...