Follow-up: looking for something disinfecting

At the end of the sports lesson I realized that my leg did not like that little sports injury. It felt weakened and quite painful when treading. Hence I was looking for the school medical service (at least there is something like this). Unfortunately their room was locked and nobody on duty.

Therefore I had to limp to the secretary’s office. Along the way my laceration was gaped at, people who knew me kept asking: “How did you do that?” and “Full Heavy!” etc. At the secretary’s office my wound was examined (“Oh dear and we just used the last plasters on Maxim's little uncle!”) and finally the room was combed through in order to find disinfectant and bandages. Neither was found.

So the principal’s universal key was “stolen” and we (me and the secretaries of course, therefore everything legal!) invaded the school medical service’s office. The search was protracted without success. Dressing material was available in abundance, enough to be mummified in 60 layers, but no disinfectants anywhere – and my wound was in dire need of some.

Thus the secretary apologized (I was deeply grateful for their efforts) and released me from the rest of the school day.


(orginially posted on May 9th, 2006)