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Some years ago, before the newer procedures used in preparing for a colonoscopy, you first had to take some barium, what ever the hell that is, but I think it was necessary for better 'picture' definition of the resulting xray. So now I am laying on a narrow table on wheels and almost completely ready to take the x-ray. The nurse had me change to hospital type garb and put in something, some place, preparation stuff, when the phone rang. She answered and started a conversation which I could hear her side of. It was a rather personal call, it got her undivided attention and seemed to be headed for a long, long discussion.
I am still laying on this narrow table waiting to be pushed into position for the x-ray. I raised my left arm and started wagging my left hand furiously. It broke the spell and she said into the phone, just a minute, looked over at me and asked, "What is it?"
And I asked, "Has anyone ever had an accident while having this kind of examination?"
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OMG!!" She said into the phone, "Call me back later", jumped out of the chair, gave me the remainder of whatever, waited a moment and pushed the table, and me, under the expensive looking technological gadget and took the picture. All in less than three minutes.
I did not crack a smile, changed to my outside clothes and went home.
Page two:
I was taking a Tagement pill every day for my stomach condition. When I started each pill cost $.60 but now they were $.80 each, after a $.70 hiccup. That's $24.00 a bottle. (Not so much by today's standards) I read a medical article that said Tagement was the biggest seller in the world and grossed something like $2 billion a year. The same article mentioned a new drug coming on the market that should replace Tagement, the name, Zantac. When It did, I thought, serves them right.
In the meantime while visiting my doctor, he suggests I should have an examination to check for stomach ulcers. So on the appointed day I go to the appointed place where the receptionist sends me into a very small room to remove my clothes and put on this gown like thing, backwards.(made out of cheesecloth?) I kind of sheepishly come out of the 'change cubbyhole' and the young lady points to another door and says, "there is a table in there, lay down on the table, the nurse will be in shortly."
I go in and yep, there it is, another narrow table where, after I lay down, I always feel as if any moment I will be on the floor. I see a pillow in a corner, take it, get on the table and lay down with the pillow doubled under my head. . . . . . . . . A shapely nurse comes in and walks over to a desk with a chart on it. She picks it up and starts reading.
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I get into a sitting position and quickly look over my right shoulder and then I look quickly to the left and then back quickly to the right, getting her attention, and she says, "What are you doing?"
I say I'm looking for the cameras. She says, "Cameras? What cameras?"
I say, Cm' on. This is a commercial isn't it? We're making a commercial aren't we? You're much too pretty to be just a nurse. You just cant be the nurse. You must be an actress. When do we start rolling?" . . . .
Now, how do you think that exam went?
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