A few years ago on the French exchange , , ,
It was the hottest day of the year, and we were coming back to England the next day and so in our teenage wisdom we spend all day half naked in the sun, jumping into the sea and smoking cheap cigarettes on mopeds.
That night I could not sleep as it felt like my back was on fire, I touched my face to find that it felt how i'd imagine greasy bubble-wrap would feel. Low and behold the next morning I awoke, as captain scarlet with second degree burns and blisters like golf balls over my back, neck and shoulders.
When our School group came together ready to leave it was decided that I couldn't get on the ferry home because I needed medical treatment. I said my goodbyes to the French, goodbye to my classmates and hello to a French hospital with my languages teacher who had stayed behind with me.

Two attractive French lady nurses (I know, I KNOW!) eventually saw me, after waving passports at the front desk and leaving the talking up to Mr.P. He discussed the situation and I was told to lay my un-continental self on the table while these nurses used what can only be described as a knitting needle to burst my puss filled blisters.

Turning to my teacher, the nurse with the needle rolled her eyes and muttered something.
My teacher de-coded for me . . . "She is just saying, 'I love my job'."
Probably the biggest cultural learning curve I gained from that trip was the French attitude from that situation. And that not all teachers are nonses...alone in a foreign country with Mr.P. was alright, I got a longer time in France than any of my classmates and a free ice cream on the ferry home.

Still got a scar or two on my back as well, merci mademoiselles.
(MattCD, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 11:02, 1 reply)

I thought it was wrong
to pop blisters and that they should be covered and left alone.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 11:39, closed)