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Well, I’ve been poked and prodded, x-rayed, injected and questioned about some of the more intimate details of my life …. AND I survived it.

I got there at 9ish. Surprisingly they are uber organized. They have the names of everyone with appointments in a book. When you arrive, you knock on a door and say “Hi. I am <insert-name-here>.”. They tell you to have a seat and wait for your name to be called. They call you and “register” you – check your documents, write up forms, clip photos to the different forms, and then send you out to get your blood taken and your chest x-rayed. By the time you get back to them, the doctor is just about ready to see you – who then does the poking, prodding and questioning. I mean seriously, WHY would they need to know some of those things I canNOT imagine.

And then they send you get injected … they didn’t have the tetanus vaccine, so I told them I’d go get it at my Doc. They said fine. I got the chicken pox one from them (can you imagine?) and headed to my Doc for the tetanus. When I got back to them, they tell me I got the wrong one. Thankfully, after some back and forth, they admit to not giving me precise enough instructions and let me go saying it’d be fine. It just means I have to have 3 follow-up shots instead of just 2. Oh well … it’s not like the tetanus shot BURNS LIKE ALL HELL!!!! Oh no … not at all….. whistles

Anyway, despite all that, it was fairly pleasant for me… Mom says that is partly because I sat crocheting every minute I had – it gave a good impression. And she may just be right on that … someone who comes prepared to wait with something like a book or crocheting has got to be …. somewhat of …. Oh… I dunno. Help me out here? I can’t imagine what she was thinking. All I know is that the looks and comments I got seemed to indicate that I had endeared myself to them without even trying. Course, THAT might have to do with my sunny disposition which is one of the newest features of your friendly neighbourhood peenie-wallie.

At one point, a woman sat next to me and commented that crocheting was good for the nerves … “relieves stress”. And it kinda does you know …. But I DO have a question for youse: what is it about us Jamaicans that makes us just wanna sit and chat? the number of people I saw trying to have conversations with the perfect strangers there … one man, when he saw me all engrossed in my crochet thread, turned to another woman who was sitting there and goes “I know you from somewhere … I’ve seen you somewhere before.” … I snickered cos I could sense the woman cringing and going “OMG – do I look like I wanna talk?” … she got up a few seconds later and got on her cellphone …. at the other end of the room. We jus’ love chat, don’t? \o/

But the worst part of the day was realizing that I had started the shrug ALL WRONG and had to pull it ALL OUT and start again from scratch. That part was horrendous.  However, I DID pull it out, start again and I am just about at row 10 again … so not bad. (I was at row 23 when I discovered the problem).

So all in all, a not-so-bad-day-after-all-and-considering-everything …. Another day, another task IN THE BAG…..

I gotta go bathe off these imaginary germs from the hospital now tho…. ugh. I feel grungy just thinking about ‘em.

YUSH

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