Doesn’t Nose What She Is Doing

(I’m a senior in high school. During gym class, another student kicks a soccer ball directly into my face. I’m bleeding, and in a lot of pain, and the teacher sends me to the nurse’s office.)

Nurse: “What’s wrong?”

Me: “I got hit in the face during gym class.”

Nurse: “Oh, okay.”

(She walks out of the room. I figure that she’s going to get an ice pack. Ten minutes later, she comes back in. She seems startled to see me.)

Nurse: “What happened to you!?”

Me: “…I was waiting for you.”

Nurse: “No, I mean to your face!”

Me: “I told you; I got injured during gym class.”

Nurse: “Oh! Alright, one minute.”

(She leaves the room again. Another ten minutes pass. Finally, she comes back, holding a thermometer. She looks around the waiting room, confused, and then grabs my face and sticks the thermometer in my mouth.)

Me: “Hey!”

Nurse: “Well, you don’t have a fever. Go back to class.”

(When I go to the doctor’s office after school, it turns out that my nose is broken.)