This morning I went to do bloods. This is nothing unusual. I have my blood tested on a weekly basis. No, what was different today was that the phlebotomist was a young man. When I mentioned that it was a surprise to have a man taking my blood, he explained that he was a medical student. He had just completed his first year at university and was hoping to become a surgeon eventually.
He had decided that it would help enormously if he gained some experience of all the routine procedures now rather than wait until he qualified to learn how to take bloods etc. He was good looking, charming, personable and obviously dedicated to his future career; in other words he was a hero in training. (He was also very good at taking blood as I hardly felt a thing!)
As I drove home from the clinic I found myself dreaming up a story for him in the future. Why was he so determined to do well? What obstacles would he have to overcome? Would he put his personal life on hold for the sake of achieving his dream? By the time I let myself into my house, I had his story more or less straight in my head. Now I just need to find a heroine, a woman who will be his equal . . .
So what fires your imagination? A book? A song? A chance meeting like this? I would be interested to know.
A photo to brighten your day. It’s of my granddaughter, Isobel, and no, it hasn’t anything to do with my post, but I make no apologies for sharing it. It makes me smile!