8-29-09...PLEASE DON'T TRY TO HURRY ME
This story has to be told no matter how I feel. I need to giggle. Do you need to giggle? Yep Thought so.
I went in Wednesday for an MRI to determine what is causing the horrible pain I'm experiencing. First thing the lady at the reception desk was having trouble with her computer. She tried and tried to get my insurance card to go through and they just kept saying I was not insured by them. The poor girl was getting flustered and so was I. She wanted me to pay a down payment because she knew the medicare would not come close to paying the bill. I was upset and in a lot of pain but I just kept telling myself to cool it. Think Clydene Think,! I thought, She is doing her job. But hey now I need this MRI and I have probably $20.00 in my purse. Besides that I know I have this supplemental insurance so I can't just walk away and let this go. I asked her why she didn't get on the phone and call them. She did, three times to be exact. No Dice!
In the sweetest voice I could muster up I said, "Call them back and let me talk to them". She did, and I did. Come to find out she was giving the wrong birth date. GOOD GRIEF!!
By then I was late and the girls were waiting on me and they were flustered. They started rushing me right away. Their schedule was off. Now folks don't try to hurry up a 65 yr. Old lady in pain. Most people know this but this young girl had not learned that yet. NOPE!
She handed me one of those glorified bibs that they call gowns. You know what I mean. They cover nothing. I can never get the dang things tied in back. She put me in a tiny room and told me to take everything off except my shoes and put the bib on.
I started disrobing. I was down to my panties when I noticed on the wall in front of me this gigantic mirror. That sucker started at the floor and went up way above my head. Oh My Gosh! The site before me scared the stuffins' outta' me. YEP! I almost let out a scream. Now tell me what in the name of all decency would cause them to even think that anyone would want a full length mirror in that tiny little cubicle. What I needed right then was a pot, not a mirror. GOOD GRIEF!!!
As I stood there in shock there was a knock on the door. "Miss Overbey, are you ready"? To which I replied, " Just a second honey", What I wanted to say can't be recorded here. But hey I didn't say it. Nope. I hurried as fast as I could into that bib, opened the door and said very sweetly, "Honey would you help me get this fastened behind"? She did that though I felt reluctantly and we were on our way. I took my shoes off before I laid down. She very hurriedly twisted me the way she wanted me to lay and put headphones on my head. "What kind of music do you like". "Put it on 88.9 please", which is our local southern gospel music station. She did that and started putting me feet first in to that chamber. Thirty minutes later they took me out and took me back to that cubby hole where my clothes had been locked in. I couldn't get the darn ties un done on that dang bib so I just pulled real hard and tore the darn tie off.
Now Guys, Through all this ordeal I kept my cool. I wanted to box ears and slap jaws but I didn't. Hey the only thing I did that I shouldn't have was break the strings on that stupid bib. I'm Proud Of Myself. YEP!!!
