Tough Schedule

This week has been busy, and included a surprise MRI of Alison's head. She said the experience was not a nice one. It certainly wasn't a short one either. Normally the time goes quick as long as I can be in there with her. But the MRI section was highly secured, so I waited in the reception area. After I am thoroughly bored, I usually begin to fantasize about a nice 20 oz. Coca-Cola Classic, so I tredge down to the Hospital Gift Shop. There is a lady there that always brightens up my day. She's always a beacon of friendliness in a place where people don't like to be. She recognizes me now, and always says things to make me smile.
Those type of people deserve a real pat on the back sometimes.
There's also a nice gentleman at the Walgreen's pharmacy. He knows me now too. [Oh, MRI's negative. I know you were wondering.] Anyways, I'd like to give credit to the Walgreen's pharmacy tech. He's good stuff. He's like a referee in an unkindly sport. People generally are impatient with him. Their needs are SO IMMEDIATE in their own minds that no matter how fast he helps them, they stand with arms folded and steam coming off their ears.
And while I'm on it (blogs are great for complaining), I'm packing a big sledge hammer in my back pocket. The next lady that looks at me sideways in the pharmacy, like "You don't LOOK like you need anything. I'M late for my exfoliation and I need my prescription FIBER PILLS now!", will push me over the limit. I've already fantasized about screaming, "MY WIFE HAS HORRIBLE CANCER YOU BITCH!". But I guess the fantasizing keeps me sain, and I laugh while everyone thinks that theirs is the biggest need on the face of the earth.
I may just start scratching myself in improper places and drooling when the next lady looks at me wrong.