I was at the doctor’s office this afternoon. I won’t get into why because, you know, HIPPA and all. Nothing serious or even particularly interesting. But I need a blog post and it is Tired Tuesday, so here we go.
They decided to do an EKG (is that how you spell it? I mean, are all three letters capitalized? I don’t know from medical terms). The machine decided to give the nurse a little trouble (yes, I think of machines as sentient beings who delight in tormenting hapless humans). It would not give a good reading. I just lay there on the table with all those little wires taped to my body, trying to catch a nap.
The nurse said the machine kept saying, “Waiting for good data.” I flashed on Waiting for Godot but did not know if she would get the theatrical reference so did not say anything. I repeated “Waiting for good data” in my head several times, so I could use it in a Facebook post. I decided to use it here instead. I hope somebody was amused.
The last thing I had to do was let them draw blood. I remarked to the phlebotomist that the blood was very seasonal, but she was not amused. Come to think of it, she was a little cadaverous-looking herself, very thin with large eyes and a dead serious expression. I’m sure she was not a vampire, because sunlight was coming through the window. It wouldn’t matter that it was a cloudy day, would it? I’m not up on all the vampire rules.
Oh dear, do you suppose I could get in trouble for making vampire jokes about a local phlebotomist? She was a very good phlebotomist; I barely felt the needle go in. And she wasn’t really cadaverous-looking. I just threw that in for effect.
This is what happens on Tired Tuesday. I get a little punchy. But I see I have managed over 300 words, so let’s call it a post and move on. I hope to go running tomorrow, so maybe I can write a post about that.
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