random thoughts from a dark room

About all you can do in a flat out position is let your mind wander. She dims the lights, more so she can see the screen than for my comfort, I think.

I hope for a nap. No coffee no water 7am is unreasonable punishment.

I’m not used to being treated like a customer rather than a nuisance. I got a phone call yesterday, asking me which way I wanted something done, rather than someone just making a decision that I was going to pay for.

The goo starts out warm, but quickly turns cold.

Will I ever fly again? Do I care if I do or don’t? Used to be, one of them would call and let me hitch a ride to anywhere they were going.  C501 to PA32 to C172, didn’t matter to me. Miss that.

I ask a few questions about how the machine works, but I’m too tired to keep the conversation going for long.

Egg rolls. As soon as I get out of here, I need to find egg rolls. I’m starving and thirsty. No-fat dinner, she said. I probably overdid that.

Why am I here?

Bad guys should be made to wear rat masks so they can be identified immediately, rather than years later, too late.

I’m close to dozing off, when she interrupts….deep breath….hold it…..breathe.

Bacon.

Or pizza.
One shouldn’t crave things like that at 7am.

….beep…beep…beep….the shutter of her “camera” sounds like a Geiger counter, or a bomb detector. I guess, in a way, that’s what it is.

Is “grown man” an oxymoron? One in particular, once filled up with liquid courage, becomes pettier than a room full of 14 year old schoolgirls. Does he regret what he does at midnight, when he wakes up the next morning? Or does he even remember?

“You’re almost done.”

I need to go somewhere. Again, I wish I could fly away, with a pilot to take me, get out of this hellish weather that has no end, even just for a day. Michigan. As far north as you can get. One day. Too much to ask, I suppose.

“Roll to the side now, honey.”

If they spent half as much time tending to their own business as they do tending mine, their business wouldn’t be failing.

I know she sees it, but she can’t say. The report will be written in 24 hours, then delivered to the referring physician.

***
Turns out, it took 15 days. Complete nonsense.  Even then, it was only an assistant who delivered the results.
Yes, they found something, but it was not what I expected.
She seems completely unconcerned with the findings.
Really???
I’m not a pain wimp. I’ve broken an arm, shattered a wrist, but this pain was a 12 on the one to 10 scale, and the first in ever my life to cause me to consider dialing 911 or driving myself to the ER.

New doc, second opinion?