I'm not doing well. I've felt like something on the bottom of a shoe for a few weeks now, but I knew my annual physical was coming up so I've put off seeing anyone about the fact that my body appears to be in slow-motion collapse.Today is the day I go in for the yearly exercise in indignities and assaults.
This morning, at my desk, I started the day just like any other. I got a cup of coffee, fired up my e-mail, and as my inbox was loading I turned the page on my desk calendar.
And what did I read?
"One hundred and seven incorrect medical procedures will be performed by the end of the day today."Yeah, I'll probably catch a 105 of those.
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(Trying to think of something encouraging to say, as I rub the knee I sprained saving a baby from a mountain lion... er, playing tag with my kids.)
Hope it went well and that they didn't have to put anything anywhere painful.
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