I had the butcher of Cornell this morning for my blood draw. So pleasant. thick Russian accent, hands like plates and a crap aim. Then I had the little sprinter - there is this one chick that basically runs you to the u/s room. it's hilarious - everyone groggy since it's so early, everyone mumbles and is embarrassed since they just yelled out your full frikkin name to the room, and off she goes. whoooosh. I always have to ask where the little nurse went when we get past the nurses station!
My u/s was done by the infamous Dr Davis. oooohhhh. Hello hoo hoo. He asks if he may enter the room, is kind and courteous and then rattles through the next steps. I never listen. I just had a wand up my hoo hoo. I am thinking calm thoughts. Anyway, when they phone tonight I will let it go to voicemail so I can listen at my leisure.
My bad mood hasn't lifted. I am basically depressed (EL I think) and my bad back has returned (EL again - did you know EL effects your bones and cartilage?). I could do with some TLC but DH has his own drama right now.
Ah well, short week and long weekend is acomin' .Can't ask more than that.