There's a moral here...somewhere

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I had to go to the hospital for a CT scan today.

My mother and father-in-law came to stay with the kids for my appointment. I ran out the door so fast I forgot to take a book or my knitting bag. I almost turned around, but I was running late. I know this sounds pathetic, but even an appointment for a CT scan without children can be enjoyable with the right book or something to knit. You know.

I got to the facility and signed it and then sat with my hands idle and nothing to read. There was not even a stinking magazine in the waiting room, just a television running with Rachel Ray on. I like Rachel Ray alright, but she was of no comfort to me in my time of need. I needed a book. I needed some knitting.

They called me back for registration and then sent me on my merry way to the imaging waiting room. Fox News was on the TV there and it was completely on my nerves. I needed a book. I needed some knitting. Because I sat. And I sat and I sat and I sat. After and hour and 15 minutes I went back to the registration desk to inquire as to whether my name had been "lost." Later, I learned that my name never made it from one computer to another. Lost in the system without a book, without knitting.

I did end up praying at least four decades, though it was hard to do with Fox News in my ear. What is with every medical waiting room having televisions these days? Are people afraid to be alone with their own thoughts? If you're waiting for a serious medical procedure, surely they don't think you'll forget about it because of the television program that's on. Please. Leave me alone with my thoughts, or the rosary.

Anyway, my appointment took much longer than it should have because I got "lost," but eventually I had my scan and left. And I know there's a moral to the story here, but I'll be darned if I know what it is.

I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to think about it later though, when the laxative effect of the contrast liquid takes effect.

At least I'll have a book.

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