Saturday, January 30, 2010

Cereal Killer

Its been an interesting week leading up to my surgery. There was the insistent person from the Lab conveying upon me the high priority for my Doctor to write orders for an EKG. When I informed this person that I had orders from my Doctor for lab work and silly old me, insinuated that perhaps this Doctor put orders for an EKG in said orders, I was told that almost never happens. I don't have to tell you that it didn't inspire a lot of confidence.

By the time I was able to call my Ear,Nose, and Throat (ENT) guy, their office had already closed. I was able to get in touch with my family physician and discovered that I had an EKG down back in June. I had to take off early from work to make it to their office to get a copy.

The next day when I boldly and proudly rolled into the Lab with my "lab orders" and my EKG, I was told they didn't need the EKG. All was not lost because early that morning, I had saved an urine sample and was now the proud bearer of it, in a "to-go cup," as it rested in my hand. When I told the Receptionist of my fortuitous move, she smiled and said, "We will not be needing that this morning."

Ah, when do you ever go to the Lab, have lab work down, and not have to give a urine sample?? You might say at that point I got p---, nope, I didn't say that however, there isn't any way to look "cool' when you're holding a "to-go cup" of your urine in public, for that matter, an unwanted to-go cup of urine. The kind receptionist did help me to a medical waste container to give my to-go cup the heave ho.

Now you might think I might be in a bad mood but nay, I am not. You see God can take, ah, lets say "lemons" and make lemonade. On the way home I came across a homeless guy holding the following sign:

Cereal Killer
Need money for milk!

In the midst of despair - humor. I asked the guy if he was hungry and he said, "Yes!" I told him to hang on as I drove over to a nearby Burger King, bought a whopper meal, and drove back to give it to him. When I gave him the meal he said, "God bless you." I told him, "No, God bless you my brother for it is in the name of Jesus that I give this to you."

I pray that God uses that whopper - it smelled good.

God's blessings to all of you.

Comments:
I feel your pain, Cecil. All the way around, except they didn't ask for a urine sample, so thus, I was spared THAT embarrassment!
 
Dee - Praying for you and your upcoming surgery.
 
I'm thinking about you and praying for you, dear friend. And thanks for buying that man a whopper meal!
 
What would be worse ... an unwanted urine sample or an unwanted stool sample?

Praying for you, Barbara and Steven today.
 
I was afraid you had saved the "to go cup" for the homeless guy....you make me proud of you and ashamed of my thoughts.....
 
Judy - No problem - you know what's funny other than my "Herman Munster neck" - buying that guy a whopper meal I think made me feel better than perhaps he felt after he ate it.

Greg - As Larry the Cable Guy would say, "I don't care who you are, that's funny." :)

Donna - I've had those thoughts and I haven't always acted as I did the other day. But it did feel good. God is good.
 
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