Luck – Not An Option
I was trying to go against my nature, and be uber prepared, so I went on Friday to pick up my mammogram films, as they are required for my appointment on Tuesday at the 2nd-Opinion Doctor.
I swung by my local health center again at the end of a long list of errands that needed to be done on a Friday morning. As happened the previous time, the radiology department had a large envelope prepared for me to pick up. I happily signed their “chain of evidence” form (I know, I watch entirely too many television procedural shows – but you know what I mean), took the envelope and arrived home just in time to grab some lunch before my Buba got home on the school bus.
It wasn’t until David got home from work that I decided to take a peak-see at them again, and figure out a way to scan them for my personal use. Upon opening the envelope I could tell that things were different. There was another, smaller folder inside this envelope. There were films inside the folder. Remember me telling you that I began getting mammograms at age 40? These were those… EVERY mammogram film EXCEPT this year’s.
Now I can get back to my normal state of procrastination, and scurry around like crazy tomorrow morning, hunting them down and retrieving them from whence they hide. Hopefully they’re just over at the hospital next door to the health center, where I had my biopsy done. I KNOW they had them there.
I have between 8 a.m. and 1 p.m. to find them.
Wish me luck.