Wednesday, May 23, 2007

My Day At The Doctor


Guess what I did today? I went to UAB hospital for a surgical consult. Here’s how it went, with the times as close to accurate as I can remember:

10:05 – Left work for my 10:30 appointment.
10:17 – Entered the Kirkland Clinic parking deck.
10:25 – After driving up 5 levels and not finding a space, exited the deck.
10:30 – Entered another parking deck down the street and found a space.
10:40 – After walking through a seemingly endless maze of hallways, found the front desk and signed in. I also had to fill out papers with all the usual medical questions.
11:30 – Finally got my name called to go into a patient room.
11:45 – A female resident entered to ask me more questions. She was okay looking but had a nasally voice.
12:00 – The doctor finally saw me and talked to me about the surgery. Nice guy.
12:15 – A nurse practitioner came in to ask me the same questions that I answered when I checked in and got me to sign some papers. She was kind of attractive but married and too old anyway (by old I mean she was about my age).
12:25 – The NP walked me down the hall to another room, where I met with the surgery scheduler. She then called downstairs and set me up to go to an early pre-op. She was fugly.
12:30 – Checked in at the pre-op desk to fill out even more papers with the same damn questions.
1:00 - Finally got my name called to go into a patient room.
1:05 – A nurse comes in and takes my BP. She wasn’t a match on the race scale.
1:30 – Yet another nurse practitioner comes in and asks me the same damn questions AGAIN! Says an anesthesiologist will be in shortly. She was old enough to be my mother.
1:40 – Another nurse comes in and takes my EKG reading. She was okay but again too old (by old I once again mean my age).
2:00 – The NP comes back in and says that since I have sleep apnea, I won’t be having the surgery done at their outpatient facility after all. Almost four hours since I left work, I’m finally free to go.

Good times…

What the F*#% Are You Doing in Birminghell, Aladamya?


So I was playing a solo gig last weekend and noticed a couple in front who were actually paying attention to my performance. When I took a break, the female half of the couple walked up and asked if she could see my songlist in order to make some requests. She looked oddly familiar, so I asked if we had met before. She confidently said no, so I introduced myself.

"I'm Picabo ('Peek-A-Boo')," she said, as she extended her hand.

I looked at her for about 10 seconds and realized that it really was her- Picabo Street, the Olympic Gold Medal downhill skier. Naturally, I had to ask her the obvious question.

"What the fuck are you doing at Oak Hill Bar & Grill in Birmingham, AL?"

It turns out the dude she was with is a local and they've been dating since they met 6 months ago on a plane going to Utah. They both ended up being cool and she regaled me with stories about everything from the weight of her gold medal to meeting David Caruso on a Leno appearance. I told them I was available for weddings. Peace out.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

SON OF A !...That's Gonna Leave a Mark.


Well, the beast is back with another infection. So now I will have to go under the knife yet again to dig that bitch out once and for all. Why couldn't my evil twin die when I devoured him the first time? It's like that old SNL skit, "The Thing That Wouldn't Leave" , in which John Belushi played a boorish house guest who wore out his welcome and just wouldn't take the hint to go home. Feel free to send flowers.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Fire


I apologize for being AWOL the last couple of weeks. I've been dealing with air travel nightmares, work issues and the return of the beast. Which brings me to something I thought about the other day at the airport. If I could pick one super power to possess, I think I'd want the ability to breathe fire. That way I could just walk up to someone and burn their head to a crisp with one breath. Yeah, that would be cool. Also, I think I like history the best out of all school subjects. I like to imagine that I'm in a different time, a different place...**

**For all you Chris Makepeace fans out there.