Dashed Dreams
Thanks for the good wishes, everyone.
The ultrasound went ok. The technician was really unprofessional. Halfway through my exam, as she was rubbing the little camera all over my stomach, another technician walked in, and they started shooting the breeze!
They were going on and on.
"Can you believe what he said? And I told him he'd better not do that ... and hey, do you want to get breakfast after this? Isn't it crazy that they're making us clock in earlier now? Are you still getting overtime? Are you going to wear green or blue scrubs tomorrow?"
The whole time, I was lying there with my shirt hiked up and my pants pulled down, being poked and prodded. But the technician wasn't looking at me or talking to me, not even to give me instructions. It was pretty annoying.
Anyway, I complained on the suggestion card they gave me afterwards. So maybe I'll be able to spare someone else that annoying experience.
So I've been clearing space in my apartment for the Fiance to move his things in when we get married. Yesterday I walked into the sharp edge of a cardboard box. It left an ugly scar on my leg.
You can see it here. The scar is shiny because I slathered it with antibiotic ointment.
Well, there goes my potential career as a leg model.
