Friday, November 10, 2017
Harrier (a/k/a Marsh Hawk)
Didn't have breakfast this morning because I went to the clinic for lab tests. These are for my "Welcome to Medicare" checkup next week. First a blood draw. As usual, the tech drooled at the sight of my right arm's vein. My little brothers tell me I must have developed such a prominent vein because I carried so many books back and forth to school. Then off for a bone density check. I had no idea what to expect but it turned out to be pretty simple. Just lie down while they take an x-ray of my lower spine and pelvis. Next, my yearly mammogram. Must admit those techs know how to put a half-naked person at ease. While I was maneuvered around, she spun the tale of her two dachshunds trying to decide where they wanted to pee this morning. It was a frigid 2 degrees and the little dogs were torn between their usual searching around for that perfect place to let loose - or - getting the deed done quickly so they could go back to the warm house. Face it, any story involving dachshunds is intrinsically funny.
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