Medical Sojourn

Yesterday I finally went for my damn x ray.  Sister had errands in the area and Son knows that place like the back of his hand; so I wasn't all alone and scared.  Well, I was scared.  Who would have imagined that laying flat on a table with a nice clean pillow would hurt so damn much?  I sobbed and screamed like a torture victim.  In my defense I did warn the tech that I would probably yell.  I tried not to, I really did.  But it just hurt so damn much.  I felt so undignified and freakish.  But I didn't fall off the table or pee on anybody; so I guess it was "Mission Accomplished!"  (Who am I channeling?)  Six days til they send the results.

Anyway, the last time I was at this particular facility (and I cannot remember why I was there) I was still able to walk on my own and rush outside for a smoke.  Good times.  Long time ago.  It was nice to see the huge, airy, light filled lobby with its absolutely silent wall  waterfall.  But isn't part of the point of a waterfall to actually HEAR the water falling?  No muzak at least.  The registration area had sturdy yet comfortable chairs that I was relieved to be able to get in and out of on my own.  Coordinating blah beige upholstery and nice blonde wooden arms.  Many folks in wheelchairs and those rolling walkers with seats.  Vision of my scary future?

All the employees were uber kind.  Patient and skillful enough that the freak feeling wore off a tad.  I did have to hide in the changing room bathroom with its teeny toilet seat and whimper for a couple minutes after the procedure.  I was just so humiliated.  It's hard not to feel at least normal.  And my glasses were all crapped up from the tears.  Had a nice big butt wheel chair ride to the lobby where I waited for the return of Sister and Son.  People watching always calms me.

Then we had a nice drive around and maintained an embargo on nasty people conversation.  Ate a cheeseburger and hiccupped and smiled and it was almost worth it.  Then back here.  Still breathing.