I had to go to the hospital today to get a head CT… of my sinuses.
I realize that doesn’t sound traumatic to you, but I spent an entire twenty minutes in the waiting room playing through the soap opera-esque scenario of getting “the call.”
Obviously it would be a tumor or something totally inoperable. I envisioned my poor motherless children at my funeral and wondered how long Zeb would wait to start dating. (At least fifteen years.) I was lost in this familiar daydream (read: what I do every single time an airplane takes off) when the Radiology Tech called my name.
RT: Robin O’Bryant?
I walked towards her as two nursing students in their bright whites approached us.
Nursing Student to RT: Do you know where they are giving the influenza shots?
RT: I don’t know. They are giving flu shots on the 5th floor. **They could be doing those there too?
Me: *slaps self in face*
This is why every health care encounter I have scares the chit out of me.
Dramatic diagnosis: I have chronic sinus issues. In lieu of flowers, send Mucinex-D.
**This is alarming because flu IS influenza. If you didn’t know that, I forgive you. Unless you are a medical professional and then I do not.