Every few days I have to go to the hospital for blood tests to monitor my INR levels for the blood clots in my leg.
There is a nun that drives around in a stretched golf cart that gives people rides from the parking lot to the entrance of the hospital. Everyday I am there she asks if I need a ride. Everday I am there I answer "no thanks". This has been going on for a month now...
I just came from that hospital today and yep there she was trying to pick me up again. Are people that thick headed or do you think she wants me to crawl in the back of the cart with and try for a hole in one (or two)?
Geesh she wasn't even a busty blonde nun....
Oh did I mention that I got my blood taken by Elvis today? There is something very unsettling about a female lab worker wearing an Elvis costume
AND holding a needle
AND saying this is gonna be a little stick baybuh...
Perhaps the clot has traveled to my brain and I am hallucinating...
