Liz cut her leg in the shower this morning whilst shaving for her weekly massage.
The carer (a sensible woman in her 40's) started gabbling on about how she could not prevent it and that she had applied a plaster and it was still bleeding and should we get her to the doctor?
It was a very tiny nick!
Why are we so risk averse now?
Anyway I looked at her with a solemn face and said that she must record it in the notes as a suicide attempt. The carers eyes became as big a saucers and her jaw literally dropped.
It was only when Liz started laughing that she cottoned on and she too had a good laugh.
Liz had a big grin on her face for at least an hour.