An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
I Hate Hospitals
I had to go for some tests this morning. What civilized person drags their ol’ tired bod out of bed before the sun is even up to drink nasty stuff and rush off to visit the vampires and lie still inside machines? With NO coffee! ACK!
So, I follow the docs instructions, drank one bottle of nasty stuff last night, half of another bottle this morning, make it to the appointed time with minutes to spare. Get whisked into the lab where I encounter Ms Grouch. Good grief! I wanted to ask who wizzed in her Wheaties this morning, but she had sharp, pointy objects with which she could have inflicted a great deal of pain upon my person, so I kept my mouth shut, and smiled as she dug in to remove a few gallons of blood.
Once released from Ms Grouch’s grasp, I headed toward radiology…..to wait! And wait. And wait. Luckily I had the presence of mind to take a book with me. By the way, if you haven’t read the book by Trace Adkins, I’d highly recommend it. Thankfully, it’s not a real “heavy” book, so my foggy brain could grasp some of what I was reading.
Finally, I get called into drink some more nasty stuff. Oh, yeah me. Dang! I think they had the A/C locked in at 32 degrees. It was flipping COLD in that room. So, I climb up on the too narrow platform, and get stuck with another needle. Ever had contrast? Interesting. Makes ya feel like ya just wet your pants. Luckily, I didn’t. 
After all the poking and prodding, and picture taking, I was finally ready to head home to some much needed coffee.
It’s POURING! I don’t mean just your regular ol’ serious downfall, I mean standing under Niagra Falls type pouring! Where is my umbrella? Well, in the car of course! Where else would it be? Even though I knew there was a possibility of rain, I didn’t have the smarts to actually carry it with me, just in case. But you know, if I had, it wouldn’t have rained, right? And odds are, I would have forgotten it somewhere in Hardin County Hospital.
Even though my car was only about 40 feet from the door, by the time I got the door open, and plopped myself into the driver’s seat, I was drenched. I think the only thing that wasn’t wet were my undies. Even my glasses were wet…on the inside! I cranked the car….and got hit by a blast of cold air! Well, it was fairly warm when I left the house, of course I had the A/C cranked.
Teeth chattering, I proceeded to drive home. There’s a bridge that goes over the Tennessee River outside of Savannah. The normal speed limit going over the bridge is 45, and increases to 55. I don’t think anyone was doing more than 30 the whole time. Big wind, big rain.
I’m not complaining about the rain. We needed it big time, but couldn’t it have waited till I got home? I came into the house, still drenched, and stripped. It was cold in here too!
So, I’ve got my warm fuzzy bunny slipper and a very dry robe on. Now, I’ve got to go vote. sigh… Well, at least the downpour has slowed to an occasion drop here and there. And I have bruises.
I wonder if I can get lunch and an ice cream cone out of the Mr for my pain and suffering?
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