When one is the primary (sole) driver, it's very strange to be a passenger. Helper Dude normally works alone, so it must have been equally strange to be the designated driver. It worked out well for both of us on the trip to the hospital yesterday because it turned out he is a talker, a nice distraction. We were at our destination well ahead of schedule.
Hospital gowns were designed for anything but modesty, not that I have anything left but wrinkles to hide. The ER minions were doing their thing, and then everything came to a halt. One of their tests called for a consultation. "We need the doctor to take a look at this." Hmmm. My doctor is a bit of a character and showed up in Scottish regalia, kilt and barracks cap included. All that was missing was the sporran. Ah, well. He looked at the test and said, "Well, you did it on your own and you don't need us to do anything. Have a good day!," and with a swirl, he left. That was good news, but probably the most expensive EKG I'll ever have. HD and I were back at the house by 8:30 a.m.
That wasn't the end to the saga, however. I later got a call to schedule appointments for Vampire Hall, another doctor for a different situation. It's been several years since I've had to have pints of blood removed. If it ain't one thing, it's another. I got permission to bring Michael along today, but I may rethink that. It's a long wait for my friend. He may be better off at home.
Having the day off, we spent a lot of it outside, sometimes sitting in the sun, sometimes in shade. It was a good day.
Stay safe. Be well.
1 comment:
Well for a gal like yourself who loves the Highland games, what MORE could one ask for in a doctor (except maybe he sporran)! Glad it turned out so well. Kudos!
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