So I had to go get some blood work done this morning. That’s fine and dandy. I had to fast for 12 hours prior, which SUCKED. I never realized how hungry I am, and how much I eat at night till last night when I could only get 3 hours of sleep because I was starving. On top of my lack of sleep and starvation, I had to be up at the crack of dawn (6 AM for me) in order to go get this done. So by the time I’m at the doctors, I am anything but a ray of sunshine. Plus the phlebotomist butchered my name, which always irritates me, even though deep down, I understand. So anyways, to the point of this whole story. I’m sitting in one chair, waiting, while the gal is prepping everything. A couple of feet away from me, there is an older gentleman, probably late 50s, early 60s, getting his blood drawn. And I can’t help but listen to him talk, even in my unhappy daze. He starts to tell his phlebotomist about how he was an alcoholic for years. His whole family is affected by this disease, his sister, his dad, etc. And he relapsed once but now has been sober for four years. I’m already thinking to myself, who thinks about, talks to a stranger, at 7:50 AM about this?!? BUT IT GOT BETTER. It didn’t end there at all. He then proceeds to tell the woman that because of his alcoholism he has Hepatitis C. So I’m like okay, he told the whole story to get to the point that he has Hep C. If it was me, I would have just said I have Hep C, but hey, whatever floats your boat. But of course, when I want nothing but quiet, he continues, and I’m inclined to listen. He then starts discussing with all of us now, that after his wife and him divorced, his Pastor told him he needed to get a dog for company. By this time, I’m just begging my gal to get this damn blood out of me, and let me go. But instead, I’m stuck listening to him talk about his now two year old dog, its name, its routine, what it looks like, how great it is. Finally he is done and leaves. And my gal finally starts taking my blood. Now, maybe I was just being cranky and insensitive. I was hungry, sleep deprived, and up and out too early. But even now, at 11PM, I’m still sarcastically laughing to myself about this. Maybe he’s lonely, or just a really social person. I don’t know. But even on my wonderful days, this is not what I would be discussing, first thing in the morning. Especially to random people in the doctors office. Either way, I hope he went home to his dog, and went back to bed. I know I picked up McDonalds, and took a nap before work. So that is my story of the day. Next time I have to get blood work done at the crack of dawn, I will think of a great subject to talk to everyone about, and maybe lighten their day, as this man has done for me, even though I didn’t find much humor in it till after my nap. =p
Hello world!
Obviously, I have decided to start blogging. What about exactly, I am not quite sure. I once wanted to be a journalist, as I truly do love to write. A series of events, that in no way were unfortunate, has led me a different path. I am 21, and have been married for 3 years, today actually! We have a decent age gap between us, 9 years. We also have a 7.5 month old daughter. I intend to go back to College here soon, and I currently work part time. My daughter is my main focus in my life, and I’m always excited for the next day with her. Well, I suppose this is my introduction. I plan to probably blog about what’s on my mind, what interests me, what has me going that day. Maybe after awhile, I can get into a groove. =] We shall see! =]
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