EARLY MORNING

9-6-09...EARLY MORNING

I don't do well with Mornings any more. After so many years of alarm clocks, jumping up, and getting out for a job I've had it with early mornings. So if you want to make an appointment with me its gotta' be late morning or afternoon. Well Dr's don't go along with that. They want things such as blood tests or any other procedure done at daybreak or sooner.
Last Monday I had to be at the Hospital early for a "simple' procedure. Ha! I would have liked to rub that Dr's. face in his procedure all night long the night before. I'll show him simple!!!
Before finally getting in bed at 2 AM I had to set my alarm clock for 5:30 AM. I hate them darned alarm clocks with a purple passion. When that alarm went off it scared the stuffins' outta' me. Sounded just like a space ship in one of those goofy movies. First I covered up my head to try and shut the noise out but it just seemed to get louder. By then I knew it was that stupid alarm clock. My back was to it so I proceeded to turn over so I could turn it off. Now let me tell you turning over is not a simple or fast thing for me anymore. I kind of flop over which I did. In flopping over I somehow got all tangled in the covers kinda' like a cocoon or a mummy. Couldn't get my dad blasted hands out. I used to have an alarm clock that would go off and blast for maybe a minute and that was it. Not this one! That sucker screams at you till you shut it off.
After I fought my way out of the sheet I reached over to turn the alarm off. It was dark and I was just feeling around on the night stand to find that dad blamed clock and knocked a bunch of stuff off in the floor including the clock. It bounced over by the dresser and just kept screaming. Well Good Grief!!!
I managed to get the lamp on, found my glasses which Thank God were not in the floor, stepped out in the floor and stepped on my wrist watch. OUCH!!!
Well I couldn't eat or drink anything so I brushed and rinsed my teeth, washed my mouth out without swallowing any, washed my face and got dressed.
When I got to the Hospital they processed me in and put me in a very little room to wait. It was exactly one hour and fifteen minutes later that I went to the door to make sure they hadn't forgotten I was there. I was informed that they of course hadn't forgotten me. Well maybe they hadn't forgotten me but almost immediately a nurse appeared with her basket of tools and started poking and jabbing at me. She made me black and blue before she found a vein that worked then took me upstairs where I waited fifteen minutes more before they came after me and got the thing going.
By now I was just dragging along. Just remember pain after that and finally it being over. Here it is six days later and I still have the battle scars. My right hand has been every color from blue to burple , to pee green, and shows no signs of being normal again.
So that's the story of the simple, early morning, procedure that took almost five hours to finish. GOOD GRIEF!!!!!