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In hospital after a heart attack some years ago, the nurse woke me up and asked if I wanted something to help me sleep. Well, I could have said something about one of the lovely young nurses coming over to keep me company, but I didn't. I simply replied that I didn't do sleeping pills and that, all that I wanted, hint, hint, was an uninterrupted sleep. She went off in a huff and I went back to sleep. For about 20 minutes that is when she woke me up again and said that I would have to use a pillow to allow me to breath properly. I told her that I hadn't used pillows for years and that I had no intention of starting again. Off she went again only to return with the duty doctor who tried to tell me that it was important to use a pillow because I had had a heart attack. "And where did you read that?", I asked him. He turned to the nurse and told her just to leave me and she did.
A few years on and I'm back in hospital again and she the nurse was still there. "I remember you", she says, "You're the man who kept asking for an extra pillow and something to help you sleep". "And I remember you too!", I said, "You're the nurse with the very, very bad memory".
After I explained, we got on like a house on fire, and did absolutely everything (within reason), for me.
A few years on and I'm back in hospital again and she the nurse was still there. "I remember you", she says, "You're the man who kept asking for an extra pillow and something to help you sleep". "And I remember you too!", I said, "You're the nurse with the very, very bad memory".
After I explained, we got on like a house on fire, and did absolutely everything (within reason), for me.