things have just got real
The Delta strain was breathing down our necks.
I was on the front line, doing swabs.
A dab between each side of the tonsil and then as far up each nostril.
With training over, I was ready for anything.
I knew it was going to be a short-lived career.
Once the nurses found out that Western Diagnostics was employing jailbirds and junkies, they'd really feel like worthless pieces of shit.
They needed to be put in their place.
I had done my St. John's First Aid, so far as I was concerned, the nurses could fuck off.
'So what did you before this?' asked one nurse.
I dug ditches.
Unheard of.
Then the manager of the front line swabbers asked me what I'd like to do first, paperwork or swabbing.
He didn't ask me if I was qualified.
He assumed I was a nurse qualified for the job.
Swabbing, I said.
I couldn't wait to put my cock down a throat of a sexy babe who really needed some warm meat on each side of her tonsils. I'd make her gag that saliva up.
'All good samples,' said my instructor.
I was doing this for the community.
I had to give back and by being a foot soldier on the front line, I put my hand up for danger.
