Just Sign These Papers, Please.
“Holy Broom Closet, Batman!”
I wasted a good portion of yesterday with Doctors, Nurses, and Technicians who spent two hours trying to put the toothpaste back in the tube…and I was the toothpaste.
I am not claustrophobic. I’ve been in some pretty tight spots in my life – literally and in a figurative sense so having a CT Scan is no big deal – except that it is a big deal. They don’t shoot people through that gizmo just for fun.
During my last visit to my Doctor’s office, just before taking off for Texas, his minions took about a quart of blood from my “Good” arm for testing and analysis. They never take blood from my “Bad” arm as if it wasn’t connected to the rest of my body. I think it is, but I can’t prove it.
They took my blood and that was it until later in the day when I got a phone call from “Amy Lou” at the Doctor’s Office.
“The results of your blood tests show an abnormality that concerns the Doctor.”