If I could really shape shift, I would look like Don Draper, but a lot happier.
INT. Today’s CF Clinic appointment – morning
Nurse: Hi.
Unknown (wearing a yellow hospital mask): Hello.
Nurse: You’re looking good. So tan.
Unknown: Thank you.
Nurse: You’re not feeling well, huh?
Unknown: Nope.
Nurse pauses, looks at Unknown again.
Nurse: You look good. Your hair looks different, short. It’s nice.
Unknown: Thanks.
Nurse: I must have caught you after a haircut, huh?
Unknown: Yep
Nurses takes another look at Unknown.
Nurse: Are those new glasses?
Unknown: Yep.
Nurse: They look good. Very stylish.
Unknown: Thank you.
Yes, after writing yesterday’s post, this happened. A gift from the blogging gods!
I’m not sure I nailed the exact quotes, but I’m close. The nurse is super nice. And everything she said was complimentary. I could, however, detect that there was something about my appearance she couldn’t put her finger on. She just kept looking at me over and over. Kind of like I was . . . wait for it . . . a person she didn’t recognize. I am, after all, a master shape shifter.
And then I blew the lowest PFT I’ve ever blown in my life. HUGE FAIL. Tomorrow I go to jail for a dose of IV antibiotics and the most hated drug I’ve ever taken – oral steroids. Hello, hallucinations. Soon, I’ll really believe I can shape shift.
Happy, happy, joy, joy, it’s off to jail I go, where I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow . . . nothing down.
Take care in there.
Hope you’ll feel and blow a lot better soon!
Good luck, Ralf
Ralf,
Thank you. Hope you are doing well.
John
Sorry UC. But you’ll be in great company, I’m going in today too. 😦 At least we have our new floor, in better, quieter digs. 🙂
It was cool being in with someone I know. I hope we never have to go in again.
Sorry to hear the bad news my Dodger friend but hoping you’ll be out of there soon.
Wishing you a speedy recovery..
Larry