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Where humour is often found in the mundane, where the trivial becomes of utmost importance, where, well...where I Live! Since becoming a Members of the groups below, I will use the daily prompt, as well as, well...sharing the sporadically mundane everyday, that I find carries just a Smidge of humor. ;)  
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| And I Forget...every single time! Thanks Covid! I remember, back in the day, when one went to the Doctor when they were "Actually Sick"! Now, well...I have No idea What they go for, because this is how it goes down when I actually share an ailment. But, let me backtrack for just a moment, by sharing that I Rarely, and by rarely, I mean Never go to the doctor when I am sick. Two to Three-ish reasons for this. First, I am usually too sick to drive, go anywhere, leave the bathroom for more than a few feet. Second, when I am off work, sick, I don't want to spend time at the doctor. I would rather wallow in my misery, in bed, until I get through it. Three-ish, I have to go to my doctor every three months for labwork for prescription refills, and so, feel like I already live there. Now, last week, and throughout this last weekend, I was pretty sick. I missed two days of work. I would have little respites where I was sure I was over whatever I had, only for it to coming roaring back! Did I go to the doctor? Of course not! I did finally (I hope) get through most of it as of yesterday evening. Which was a Great thing, because... 8:00 a.m. this morning was my three month labwork/prescription refill appointment...Yay! I slide up to the receptionist's window and begin signing in. She asks for my card for my co-pay, and we quickly get that out of the way. I resume signing in, when she Casually asks if there is anything else that I needed to be seen for. just as Casually, I Begin telling her that I have been pretty sick for a week now, and... Suddenly, she reaches through the window (frightened me a bit), grabs the sign in sheet (says it's good enough), and tells me to please step through the door to my right...right next to the window. I turn back to the waiting room, and make note that there is only one patient sitting in there. I guess whatever they feared I might have could contaminate the whole room, and in the blink of an eye. As I walk through the door, there she stands, ready for me, wearing a mask where she was Not, only three seconds prior. She quickly leads me the opposite way from the rooms, to one at the end of the opposite hall. It is Freezing in there! She even commented on how cold it was. She plucks a mask from thin air, hands it to me and tells me that I do not have to wear it when sitting in there alone, but to Please put it on when a nurse or doctor come in. I looked at her and said, "Ah, so the is the Contamination room, right?!" I was trying to make light of it...make a joke, but she was having none of my humor. She said that it was, as she quickly bowed out, pulling the door tightly shut behind her. I could almost hear the Vacuum seal, if I listened carefully enough. As I slipped the mask over my ears, to dangle from my chin until someone else entered, I began to feel like I was in one of those sci-fi type movies where I was wearing a Biohazard suit, and...Oopsie...where did that Rip come from, scenario! I then realized why the room was so very Cold. They put me in the Freezer, hoping to kill off whatever I was harboring that was, without a Doubt...about to cause...Armageddon! Yikes! About 15 minutes later, a nurse comes in, wearing a mask, swabs my nose, throat, and draws blood. I am left alone for an hour and a half as frostbite begins setting in. The doctor Finally comes in, wearing a mask. She informs me that everything was negative for flu, strep, and Covid, but that my white bloodcell count was low, indicating that I am fighting Something off. Well....didn't they want to run some more tests...make sure I am Absolutely Biohazard-free! Make sure they didn't need to Quarantine me for my very short and excruciatingly Painful life?! I Finally go to check out, with my mask on, and walk through the waiting room, with my mask on, only to make not that the room is now Full. Interesting Fact, though. Not one person was wearing a mask or quickly being ushered into the now vacant contamination room. That's right. None of those people came to the doctor because they were...Sick! It has to be something else. Next time I go to the doctor and they ask me what I am in for, I guess I should say, "I am just here to pick up my groceries!" |
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