My day at Radiology
So I was obliged to spend a little time at radiology today, getting a few xrays of my neck. (I have migraines, they're trying to figure out why.) I left the office at 12:30 saying I was off to the hospital and I'd be back in an hour. I finally returned three hours later, hungry, tired and very, very cranky. It appears that somewhere between the front desk and the place where the xrays are actually taken my paperwork evaporated. So they never called my name to go back and take the films. They just let me sit there for more than two hours. Waiting. And just to make matters worse, George was also in the waiting room. George is a middle-aged mental patient wearing a helmet, sweats tucked into his socks, sneakers, and a tweed sportcoat. Out of all the people to sit next to in this crowded, uncomfortable waiting room, who does he decide to sit next to? That's right. Me. And, as the cherry on top of the sundae, George has a cough that sounds like it just might be caused by our old friend Tuberculosis. For the better part of 45 minutes, George flipped through the same magazine, back and forth, and elbowing me and shouting, "Pam. Pam. Pam!" (Apparently he thought I was Pam.) And then when he got my attention, he would point at a model in the magazine and say, "She's very attractive, isn't she?" Over and over and over again. We were entertainment for the entire waiting room. I was being very patient but finally George pushed his luck a little too far when he said about a particular woman, "She's pretty FUCKING attractive, isn't she?" and I said, "Ok, that's it..." and out of nowhere appeared his "handler" (Hey! Where the hell have YOU been, pal?) and hustled him away to the other side of the room where he proceeded to torture some guy by repeatedly asking him for the coffee he was drinking. And a cigarette. Over and over and over again.
8:29:24 PM 
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