Sheesh, it took a long time to get to the "don't worry" part. I'm quaking in my boots and finally he says, "oh, but they probably won't do that to you". I'd call you cruel, but I know you're not.
They did tell me there are no things to drink or eat. I just need to wear something like sweats so I don't have to get nekkid. And the only trial will be whether or not I can stand the pain of burning ink in my shoulders without crying Uncle.
Suckers, for sure. At the doc's office who set this up, they had not just suckers, but tootsie rolls. I snatched one up. The nurse gave me a dirty look. "you're an adult", it said. Like that's relavant? She was already irritable with me. As I passed her my ten bucks, as she passed me the bill that said way more than that, I said, "Isn't insurance cool?" She gave me a dirty look and said, "you think so?" I said, "Yeah, I've never had it. This is great." She snarled. About the paper work, I guess. But, heck, I have a wasted up hand partly because I couldn't afford to do anything about it. Now I can. Insurance is cool.
The doc was sweet about the hand. When he squeezed it and and then tested the muscle between the forefinger and thumb on the left hand compared to the right, he said, "there's not much left, is there?" and was.. well, I dunno. He said it like he understood and truly gave a darn. With all the stories I've heard and read, I feel lucky. |
