Late summer weather. Currently enjoying a large thunderstorm.
Today’s adventure: A visit with the phlebotomist.
What you don’t want to hear when you present your unfed and uncaffeinated self to a very young man:
“I am having a bad day, and this is my first day.”
He promptly added that it wasn’t his first day as a phlebotomist.
Maybe it was his second.
He wasn’t able to print labels for the vials.
He was resourceful.
He wrote my name on the vials.
And the results have appeared in my Epic record.
So, all is good.
And. The results look fine to me.
Not fine for an old woman.
But fine, fine.
My friends have pictures in their bathroom.
Who knew?
Anyhow, I now have a cat cartoon for my bathroom wall.
11 years ago this month, I moved into The Asylum.
It’s about time to get around to decorating the loo.