by Gretel

Created on: October 01, 2009

I knew I was supposed to have a driver today. That's what my sheet said. But did I get one? Yup, you guessed right. I didn't. It was clearly communicated to me in a letter from my hematologist that I was: A.) supposed to stop taking coumadin for three days, B.) have nothing to eat or drink after 6:00 p.m. the night before, and C.) have a driver.

Two out of three isn't bad. So I left my apartment at 5:23. In the a.m. (They just HAD to schedule it for 6 in the morning...)

I thought I was just getting an X-ray. That's all. So I parked in the outpatient building parking lot and went in the diagnostic center JUST LIKE THE SHEET SAID. How silly of me. Apparently, I was going to the main hospital for the tests, so they sent a shuttle for me. That was fun. But I could have walked there faster. I mean, really. In the time I was sitting there, bored out of my freaking mind, watching and waiting for the shuttle, I could have just walked over there. But hey, what's done is done.

Does anyone else feel stupid when you reach out to open a door only to find it automatic; it opens for you and you try to act like you knew it all along, you just happened to...stretch, or something. So that's how I walked in.

I walked up to the desk and was relieved to find I was in the right place this time, only thirty minutes late, which irked me because I DID get there on time, but I had to wait for that shuttle...so now my reputation for perfect punctuality is totally ruined. But it's okay.

(I was given a thick stack of papers to fill out. If you didn't feel like a loser prior to answering those questions, then you WILL the time you finish; don't worry.)

(Throughout the entire day, everyone I came into contact with asked me who was with me. I was EXTREMELY paranoid the entire time that they were going to kick me out at any minute for not obeying the "have a driver" rule.)

So anyway, as I was finishing up those depressing sheets, I was called to the admittance booth. Apparently, I was being checked into the hospital, complete with hospital bracelet, release forms, etc. Apparently, I was also being checked out by the dude checking me in. He kept going on about how my driver's license picture was "beautiful" and I overheard him still talking about it to the nurses when he went to get some paperwork.

I don't understand the whole concept of hitting on a patient, either. I mean, what's the hope of making any LONG term connection here; I'm being checked into a HOSPITAL, hello? The outlook is not good

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