So imagine my surprise when Indian Dr. Clooney bursts in the exam room with a cast in hand, and then asks, “so, how you doing?”
“Okay...”
Then he puts the cast beside me on the exam table, and picks up this mini-circular saw and starts wielding it towards the table, towards me.
“Just making an adjustment...”
I lean away.
“You might want to move.” Not so much a suggestion as a foregone conclusion, as he was already sawing away.
I hopped as quickly as a broken-footed patient can from a elevated exam table, and waited in the corner on my one good foot. As the non-ventilated room echoed with the grating sound of the saw cutting through the plaster, I thought he should have at least offered me safety googles.
This cast was not for me.
He left the room and a small pile of white powder where I had been sitting moments ago, which then reminded me of my dream early this morning (after the puking dog woke me up in the middle of the night and I fell asleep for about 15 minutes before my alarm went off).
I was sitting on this bed with an overweight middle eastern guy who opens a big brick of cocaine and has me smell it. Unfortunately I wake up before I can sample the goods. And then I am reminded of yet another way Sex in the City 2 has damaged and penetrated my sleep-deprived psyche (I could go on and on about that disaster of a motion picture, but that's for another time).
Later I had physical therapy, and naturally there was an eager-eyed intern following us around. What's with all the interns?
After that my favorite pen exploded all over my hands, it was one of those nice $7 ones. Naturally I was in my car with no napkins, or tissues. Now I look like I work on cars all day, or I'm responsible for cleaning up the oil spill.
Then there was a dog fight towards the end of my evening.
Poor little Elliot, 2 puncture wounds to the chest.
A trip to Animal ER, one cracked-out-late-shift-long-haired vet, and a hefty bill later: I might never get sleep or proper medical care in this country, canine or otherwise.





1 comments:
Poor poor poor Eliot!!!!
You too you big complainer!
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