So early Sunday morning I go to the LabCorp inside Walmart on 436 and, yet again, the promised rec that Dr. Gohill's assistant said would be available in their system wasn't, so it would have been a waste of my time except that, luckily, the rec that Ben's office had sent was on file so I used that with the instruction that Gohill's peeps could get it via LabCorp Customer Service. But the tech who drew my blood was a bit too gung ho and her nonchalant jab into my right arm left an absolutely grotesque bruise. The size of a half dollar, it's a nasty-looking blotch of dark violet to burnt umber.
The gal who was the best (er, likely ONLY) candidate to relieve me from my grunt-work job came down from New York and met with Helen, Susan, Debbie and Jessica. They weren't too horribly impressed. Too rough around the edges they say. I met her, she seemed okay. But what do I know. In any event, it looks like they're going to keep looking, putting me in a pinch. How many more weeks is this going to add to my sentence? Yes, it's getting a bit easier as I gain more and more experience and find little loopholes to exploit but man, it's still more work than I've done in decades! It is hit the ground running at morning clock-in and just ramps up and up throughout the exhausting and sweaty day.
But maybe things will look like a piece of cake once I fill my brand-new little gift from the doctor that I got as a result of my visit with her this morning. That's right, by tomorrow I'll be back on the Rainbow Magic! Happy happy, joy joy! And to think it only cost me a half hour of simpleton instructions on how I should eat, drink and generally be un-merry. Oh, and since this was a physical, I got to have her critique my pube shaving technique while fondling my balls and, for my happy ending, a surgical gloved, overly-lubed finger was jammed unceremoniously up my ass.
Gee, last time that happened at least the guy bought me dinner first.
The gal who was the best (er, likely ONLY) candidate to relieve me from my grunt-work job came down from New York and met with Helen, Susan, Debbie and Jessica. They weren't too horribly impressed. Too rough around the edges they say. I met her, she seemed okay. But what do I know. In any event, it looks like they're going to keep looking, putting me in a pinch. How many more weeks is this going to add to my sentence? Yes, it's getting a bit easier as I gain more and more experience and find little loopholes to exploit but man, it's still more work than I've done in decades! It is hit the ground running at morning clock-in and just ramps up and up throughout the exhausting and sweaty day.
But maybe things will look like a piece of cake once I fill my brand-new little gift from the doctor that I got as a result of my visit with her this morning. That's right, by tomorrow I'll be back on the Rainbow Magic! Happy happy, joy joy! And to think it only cost me a half hour of simpleton instructions on how I should eat, drink and generally be un-merry. Oh, and since this was a physical, I got to have her critique my pube shaving technique while fondling my balls and, for my happy ending, a surgical gloved, overly-lubed finger was jammed unceremoniously up my ass.
Gee, last time that happened at least the guy bought me dinner first.