A White Mustache - Part IV

The doctor started to drain the pus from my face, I could see her doing it so tough, but fortunately the anaesthesia was working so well. There was going out a lot of liquid that the doctor had to change a couple of times the gauze. Without felt any physic pain, I was feeling so happy inside myself, finally I was winning the battle against my horrible guest.

My wound was completely dry and she told me: “Ok, we finished here.”

The doctor put on the wound a big gauze, it looked like if I was having a very serious injury on my face.

I felt so calm, but something reminded me that I had a bus to catch!

She left the room looking for stronger antibiotics to give me. Immediately I looked at the hour, it was 8:55pm, I thought: “Of course I catch the bus, I still have 10 minutes.”

She came fast with the antibiotics and explained me for how long I was going to take them. And I asked her it was ok to do some exercise for the next days, and she answered me:

“Yes you can do it, but not this weekend, you must rest because you have a small wound in your face, just take it easy.”

I thought: “Hehehe, yeah right, I got a bus to catch!”  

Before I leave the room she told me:

“You can’t drink alcohol.”

Alcohol was the last thing that I had in mind! I am 30 miles away from home.  

I said to her good bye and thanks for everything what she had done.

Of course the first thing that I did after set a foot outside the hospital was start to run. I checked my watch and it was 9:03pm. The anaesthesia effect started to be less in my body, but nevertheless my concern did not let me feel anything. I was running for not having a whole night inside the waiting room at the Luton and Dunstable Hospital.     

Finally, when I arrived to the bus station, at 9:10pm, I checked the timetable to confirm at what time the bus was going to be in the station. Sometimes happen that when you are looking for something very desperate, you cannot find the thing that you need, well during 5 minutes I could not see where the timetable that I needed was.  But I found it, and everything was again a relief. The last bus to Milton Keynes was at 9:25pm, I had just to wait 10 minutes more.

Due to I was agitated, my heart beats were very fast and my wound began to be so painful. It was getting cold, and I was not wearing enough clothes for cold. The bus arrived, and everybody was looking at my gauze when I was paying the ticket.  

The journey was around an hour, and I was sure that there were no anymore more buses to Buckingham. So I took a taxi, it was cheaper taking it from Milton Keynes than from Luton.

When I arrived home, in the darkness, I look myself through the mirror, but I could not see me properly. When I switched on the light, the gauze helped me to redecorate my exotic face. I had a white mustache.

THE END