Opting for a post every day for a month has failed.  I missed yesterday and one other one a week ago.  That doesn’t mean I’m giving up.  I could just sneakily go back and change posting dates and then I would be the only that’s the wiser, but why?I had an appointment for blood work yesterday at my doctor’s office out here in the big city of Pahrump.  That means no food for 10-12 hours and since my sleep schedule has radically changed to the old dealing days (up all night, sleep all day) I had the idea that I would take my last morsel of food and coffee with cream at 2AM — my appointment was for 2PM.

That worked absolutely like shit.  I fell asleep about 4AM hoping to sleep until noon or so.  Wrong-o! I woke up at 6AM.  Not only did I have hours to go before I could eat and drink coffee, I also skewed my sleep schedule.  I stayed up.  Water, water, water.  That was not my drink of choice but it was as good as it was going to get.

About 9AM it was bordering on UGH!  I wanted coffee.  About 11AM it was bordering on “Oh Shit!  This is hateful!” I decided a soakey bath might help get my head in the right place so off I went and did a small amount of meditating while I lay curled in the tub.

By 1PM I decided I would hit the office early maybe, just maybe, get in early.  After standing in a short line to register, I showed the receptionist my form and inquired about my insurance because it had ‘medicare’ ticked.  Where has this office staff been for the last 7 months? When I told her I had Senior Dimensions, she exclaimed, “Oh, you can’t come here for this test, you have to go to Quest Diagnostics!”

Really?

I starved my poor grannie body for nothing? I almost went into the depths of despair and doom for lack of coffee?

Yuppers, I growled out, “So…I starved for 12 hours for nothing?”

She grabbed the form and raced into the back, arriving about five minutes later with a new one.  I was out the door, hoping to make it to Quest in time to feel the gratification of starvation and know that I wouldn’t have to do it again for a while.

WOW!  Quest closes at 3PM.  I slid in with about 12 minutes to spare.  Blood drawn — that prick hurt this time (the needle, Silly) — and I was on my way to food and coffee glory!  YES!

I love my doctor but I hate his office staff.  A bunch of dunderbutts that could screw up a wet dream in a heartbeat.  Yes, remove 10 grouchy points because the receptionist had the brainstorm to see if I could make it to quest.

BTW, if you’re of the age to sign up for Medicare, sign up for everything…Part A, Part B, Part C…if you don’t, you’ll be s-o-r-r-e-e-e-e-e! More on that one later.

See ya!