Helped my brother practice his OSCI yesterday, haha allowed him to practice a patient examination on my wrist and knee. I’ve been a little cautious about allowing myself to be his guinea pig or ‘practice’ ever since i came home one day, walked into the kitchen and saw mum and andrew talking. Andrew then sat me down, and began by asking how much do you love me? Naturally... i was stunned... my gaze happened to wander down towards the kitchen table when i noticed a syringe, some swabs and saline solution. As you can imagine, my apprehension rose up a notch. My eyes flickered back towards my brother. Oh no. No.no.no. you cannot be serious.

I need the practice!.

Uncontrollably and regrettably, my voice rose an extra octave. Practice!?!? I’m not letting you touch me until you’ve had more practice!!

Come on... who else can i practice on? You’re my sister! I would let you practice on me if you studied med!

Get real. As if you would. you hate needles more than i do. I searched his eyes and face, in a desperate attempt to detect a hint of some pathetic practical joke. Hmmmm....

Mum! he’s lying right?

Dad and i have already agreed to do it, you know he needs practice.

oh oh. Mum wouldn’t lie to me.

You want me to pass don’t you? It won’t really hurt. Much.

LIAR!!! thats the biggest needle i’ve ever seen.

Ok ok. Fine. I’ll walk you through what i’d do. My brother then proceeded to mime injecting the syringe into my forearm, and then pretending to apply pressure (jabbing me) a couple of times. I reclaimed ownership of my arm, before glaring at my brother and gritting out.

You are NOT doing that with a real needle.

then i caught it, the merest flicker of laughter in his eyes. A twitching in the corner of his mouth quickly suppressed.

Urgh. You liar!!! i knew it!! You wouldn’t be this insistent if it was true... but mum supported your stupid....... mum lied. MUM LIED! MUMMMMMMM!!!!! How could you?!?!

At this point, Andrew and mum had collapsed into a fit of laughter...

it was just a little test...

How much do you love me? You were testing how much i loved you??? You manipulating little... argh... oh.oh. so not cool.

Hahaha ok...so after a couple of moments, i could clearly see the humour in the whole thing... but obviously, my brother doesn’t inspire much confidence in me now when he asks if he can ‘practice’ on me.

Well anyway. Today... came home and saw a whole collection of swabs, a syringe, needle and saline solution sitting on the kitchen table. Similar process again. Haha me strongly dissenting. Until, my Dad asked, if he can’t practice on the family, how is he going to learn? Great. Andrew really isn’t kidding this time. And he wasn’t insisting either. Just quiet puppy-dog-eyes. Argh. Done for.

Ok, fine. But you only get one shot. Understand? Thats it. No more. Don’t screw up.

So, my brother went and got the materials. Sat down again, and then asked really? You’re actually agreeing to let me do this? hold on. he wouldn't hesitate. that would give me too much time to reconsider.

Urgh. Click. I can’t believe i fell for it again. he didn’t even have to pull the don’t you love me stunt. he's getting better at manipulating me! And even worse... Daddy lied!

Am i gullible or what?!

note to self: family can not be trusted.

hahahahaha

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