I apologize to everyone. I kinda flaked out by not posting yesterday and not posting today as of yet.
I had um...an incident regarding my butt - which probably is way too much information for most of you already.
Let's just say I had some issues I was working toward getting fixed...and one of the things which is a big no-no during the procedures I was in the midst of...is constipation...and the resulting straining.
To make a long story short, I ended up going to the Emergency Room at 2:47 in the morning - to be released at 3:45 - yes...less than one hour...from walk in to walk out, so I can't rightfully even pen an epic "Home at Last" tale filled with phlegm, blood, germs, and people picking up bits of cookie off the waiting room floor and feeding it to their kids while I cringe, further and further away from all of them...wondering whose naked butt sat on my chair (yes, pants way down past your ass is still the fashion in Montgomery, Alabama) and if they ever disinfect them. I'm going to have to chime in with a resounding "NOOOOOO!" as I bet they never even get a glance over with the rag they use from trash can to countertop and back down to the table.
I watch all those things...I obsess over those things. This is what a germaphobe does for fun: Torturing themselves by watching things which people ordinarily wouldn't give a second thought about. I, on the other hand, think "Don't tell me he's going to take that germ-soaked rag and oh my God...he did! He touched the trash can with it and then touched the desk!"
Oh, I never even touch their pens - I have my own.
Also, next time you find yourself in a hospital ER - try to find a place to put your urine sample container down on...without it touching something which would contaminate it. You have to take it apart, making sure nothing comes into contact with the inside lid - yet there are no flat surfaces anywhere within reach. It's a two person job. It's stupid. Incredibly stupid. Like, good luck not touching some other item not already contaminated with someone else's urine or feces. I usually walk in there and pretty much think "I'm semi-balancing it right here - and when I'm done I'm going to wrap it in a semi-wet towel...just...to...show them.
Is it wet from water? Wet from urine? Yeah...you messed with my Howard Hughes/Howie Mandel-like germ issue with no flat surfaces in the bathroom while I try to do a clean-catch sample for you...and this is your payback. I know it's just a wet paper towel as I used it to open the handle of the door...but you don't...so...whatever, dude...how do YOU like it? At least you have little gloves - you don't have any gloves in the bathroom for me. If you had gloves there would be ONE flat object I could put my urine sample on - but nope. Just for that maybe I touched some urine to it after all. Take that you...you designer of the strange germ-laden room of bodily fluid. You'd figure after being on duty for one full day that I wouldn't rectify the whole situation? I would...because I think that way. No one does - they don't care - it's like this all over. It's designed to piss you off. That's it. They are probably videoed and played back during the boring parts at the ER shifts.
But...back to my butt; hopefully it's okay - no one called today from the gastro doctor altho I called them twice - just to get an idea if my area has imploded, exploded, or simply unraveled...or any combination of a myriad of butt logic.
So, here I sit (in pain, mind you) typing this blog which I'm hoping will qualify as a "two-for" or "two-fer" - whichever. I did manage to put to distinct stories and prompts together (possibly not coherent as my Ambien kicked in some time ago)...anyone's guess is if I did it right.
But, for the time being I am indeed home at last...tomorrow we travel to Birmingham (quite a long drive) to my daughter's gastroenterologist for a food motility test and then to see her (with the results - I am hoping) afterwards.
Please wish her luck.
The prompt yesterday was "Whatever, Dude" and today's was "Home at Last". I decided I would do one blog and work them both in; yes, I cheated. No one said I could not cheat - at least I didn't hear. I certainly don't remember as I take Ambien.
Also, please check out "We Work for Cheese" and their non-contest contest for the month of February. People there probably follow rules and don't go to the ER at 2:30 in the morning about their butts...or most of them...and they probably have a lot less icky things they wrote about (unlike I did). Sigh.
I hope you're okay, Mariann, this all sounds a bit, well, incredibly uncomfortable. But, on the plus side, I am sure this qualifies for both prompts. ;)ReplyDelete
Crap, Ziva - I opted to stay home as my bottom was hurting and looks kinda like a second vagina...and while that might be interesting when you are in your 20s or even early 30s...the thought of it when you are 52...somehow doesn't ilicit the same "oooooh baby" factor.ReplyDelete
So, I'm home. Her father took her up - I'll be listening on speaker phone during the appointment which is after the test, hopefully.
I am disappointed I didn't go. But all those long hours in the car, sitting, didn't seem the best idea in my condition. :(
Glad it counts as two prompts. Going to look at today's one before I slink into sleep.
Oh my! I hope that you are feeling better and have found a nice comfy donut upon which to rest your sore arse!ReplyDelete
I think it's admirable that you mustered the strength to write such an entertaining post while you're in so much pain. I hope you feel better soon.ReplyDelete
By the way, "Or any combination of a myriad of butt logic" will be my catch phrase for the rest of this week.
Sorry for your painful butt situation. Still you managed to entertain us with humor and wit throughout it all. Hope things are better soon.ReplyDelete