Smell of burnt hair

sitting in the waiting room in a&e with a woman in a long fur jacket who smelt of burnt hair does not go down well with me after being phoned from my nice warm, skive from school, bed at 10 in the morning to have to go to hospital. i swear i cannot take going to hospital with my gran anymore! actually that makes it sound like i was there for my gran. i wasnt. i was there for me. my mum overreacts and sends me to hospital if i get an ulser, thinking in dreadfully unwell. again, i wasnt. but hey! i got put on infliximab, which is what ive been asking the doctors to put me on for months. eventually they listen, i guess i do know what works for me then eh?