Hospital blogging

As I was walking down the main hallway of the hospital this morning, I encountered three individuals of advanced age who were stopped in the middle of the hall, chatting with one another. One was a man, very natty and dapper in appearance, and the other two were ladies. The man turned to one woman and pointed to the other.

"I wanted to marry her when we were younger, but I think she wouldn't marry me because I was a Methodist."

The woman retorted, "No, it was because you were a Republican."

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In every hospital I've ever been in, in the intake area where they get you prepped before they take you to surgery, you wait in a little "stall," sitting in a recliner, and each stall is separated by those curtains on tracks that you pull around to give yourself a bit of privacy. This often lends itself to unintentional eavesdropping on conversations you really did NOT want to hear in the first place.

In the next stall, a doctor who resembled a cross between Beaker and Gonzo came ambling over to speak to his patient and her family. "Sorry it's taken so long. We've had a lot of patients today. Thanks for being patient."

I smothered a smirk. He went on. "I'm going to have the tech do your procedure. She's been doing a real good job this morning. She's a graduate of the University of Iowa. I'll be over in my office, should anything come up." He stood up, looked around confusedly and said, "Okay, now where's my stethoscope?"
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We've seen an inordinate number of people with hair issues today... from a truly awful home highlighting job to a strange top-only coloring accident. Now I'm not talking about the on-purpose odd mixes like the Christina Aguilera blonde-black thing; you can tell when things like that are on purpose and meant to be "cool." Even though they may look hideous, you know they mean for it to be that way. No, none of the bearers of bad hair were the sort of people who would wear that kind of do. They all obviously thought they were quite lovely. One lady was sporting a VERY obvious Toni-Poni clip-on ponytail that did NOT match. Okay, enough mean-spirited sniping. A pair of girls HAVE to occupy themselves somehow while sitting in pre-op, y'know, and being catty is one thing we girls can do WELL.
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Tonight's the first time I've had band practice that I didn't want to go. It has nothing to do with the band, though. I don't want to leave the hospital for even a little while, even though I know things are okay. I am going to require all my powers of focus (which can be rather scattered, as you might guess) to keep from completely making a mess of the music tonight. The one good thing is that I will be able to stop and grab some supper somewhere. I haven't really eaten anything since breakfast, and now it's 5:30 PM.
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Now it's Friday morning and everything went well yesterday. I've got a test in my Drake class in 45 minutes, so I don't have time to do a longer post right now. Just wanted to let you know that it's all good. Thanks to those of you who prayed.