Coming to you live from the admitting waiting room at Baptist. There's a lovely gentleman who looks like a red-haired Santa Claus who's telling his life story to a couple who's enthralled. ("i finally quit drinkin' when it darned near killed me.")
I'm sitting here looking like Johnny Cash's daughter (all black all the time), listening to Kid Rock and Cee-lo Green. I feel much better than I thought I would today; I've struggled with some kind of respiratory crud all week and I seem to be a little better. I am obsessed with taking an iPhone picture of the iodine pill and hope I'm not thwarted.
Just got checked in at admitting. "You don't owe anything, hon" is something very nice to hear. I also learned that I shouldn't worry about my Christmas shopping as I can get gift cards at Kroger (plus double gas points). I love the friendly staff here - I've been in this hospital six times and have never encountered an unprofessional or unpleasant person.
I'm going to shut up until I have something radioactive to report. Back to Cee-Lo.
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