I haven't been feeling well the last several days. I felt the worst Sunday, but I limped along Monday and Tuesday. However, today I woke up and felt like I couldn't breathe. I wasn't too concerned; I have asthma, and a couple of puffs on an inhaler usually does the trick. This time around, though, I didn't have my inhaler in my purse so I had to turn around on my way to work, and head back home to get it. I repeated this attempt to get to work 3 times, but I kept feeling unable to catch my breathe and lightheaded. My doctor is near my house so I zoomed in there.
I needed blood work, and I asked to have it done there...the less time spent in the hospital, the better for this medical freak-out gal. They agreed to let me carry the 3 vials of blood to the hospital where I had to get chest x-rays. I felt akin to Angelina Jolie, toting hemoglobin around, except it wasn't around my neck and it wasn't my husband's. Oh, well, details, details.
I also got an EKG at the doctor's office, and as I was waiting for the machine to boot up correctly, I stared down at my poor little foot, red with a little rash from a recent pair of new shoes, and toes desparately clutching to keep my sweetly colored Pilcro shoes on. I shouldn't be looking down at my shoe from an examination table, I think to myself. I should be on a picnic blanket peering downward. These shoes were too cute for this office.
Anyway, I made it to the hospital, got my robes on, and walked into the waiting room. Two ladies were in there and I started to sit down underneath the television set. I changed my mind and moved, saying, "I was going to sit under that t.v., but I didn't want y'all to have to stare at me like I was the star."
They laughed, and one lady with a Southern accent said, "I've been waiting for my daughter for 2 hours, and I can tell you exactly what that weatherman is going to say. It's all depressing no matter where they're talking about."
I said, "I think we can change it. I think there's a button there. We need to be watching some cartoons." I stood up and told them, "I'll do it. I'm always getting into trouble anyway." (...which is most definitely the truth.)
Anyway, I got it to the Travel Channel before they called my name to get my x-rays.
"There you go!" I say triumphantly. "No more bad news."
The ladies both said, "Yea!" And the Southern belle said, "See, you are a star after all."
Aw, so sweet. Now, even if I'm nearing death, I'll go out with a little sparkle.