Friday, September 25, 2009

...Mysterious Ways.

So there I was, laying on the gurney/bed thing with my unflattering inpatient robe on and wearing these little insane-asylum looking blue socks on my feet.

The ceiling had two posters of calm, natural settings - with one poster right side up and the other upside down so that no matter what side of the bed my head was on, I would have had one to look at in normal viewing mode.

The calm, easy listening music was playing through the overhead speakers.

The people who prepped me for the "surgical process" had the stuff all hooked up to monitor my heart rate, and the oxygen tube was connected to my nose, and so on...

And then the nurse lady tells me that they don't actually perform the procedure in the room I'm in, and that they'll be wheeling me in to the next one.

And I think to myself, "Good. I like the music that's playing over there better, anyway."

It was Bon Jovi's, "Living On a Prayer".

I wondered about the appropriateness of playing this particular song in a surgery center, but I got the message!

The blood tests came back fine and the camera didn't find any damage to my internal organs. So now I'm drinking my 64oz fountain pop refill to get my caffiene kick on. I guess I'm not going to die just yet so I should probably clean the house. :)

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