A lengthy Visit

PoBoy made a slight miscalulation. His heart doctor appointment is the 14th. That's today! Oh! My have to be there at 9:00 a.m. PoBoy needs to get his, you know what, in gear.

Okay PoBoy feed the doggies and the kitties. Get your shave and shower done. Let's Go!

PoBoy was about to get in bed when he remembered he had not done his post for today. So let me see if I can "work something up."

PoBoy managed to get to the doctor's office ten minutes before he was suppose to be there. He had told the office workers he'd probably be an hour. Well PoBoy sat and sat and sat and before long it was 9:30 before he was admitted into the inner sanctuary where nurses were sitting eating what looked to be a brown sugar crumb cake with M&M's on top.

Poor PoBoy with the sugar problem. So he got on the scale all the while eyeing that beautiful coffee cake. He could almost taste it when the scale beeped. They use an electronic scale and the numbers finally quit fading in and out and came to a stop: 197.8.

Next the nurse, a tall nurse, led him to the room to wait for the heart doctor. What are you here for today? "The doctor told me to be here," PoBoy answered. There must be a reason she said. "Probably because of my high blood pressure readings," PoBoy gave her a plausible explanation. Oh! Yes! I see, she said. PoBoy thought, "boy do nurses really get paid this."

I better take your vitals she said. "Finally," PoBoy thought, she's finally getting the hang of things. "Would you like me to roll up my sleeve," he asked. That would help she said. So PoBoy loosed a button on his long sleeve shirt and rolled it up above the elbow leaving enough room for her to wrap the tournique around him. She dragged over a tri-pod on wheels with another electronic gizmo on top. She wrapped the blood pressure balloon bag around his arm. The electronic box began to whir, and the balloon began to fill. Ooops! she said, as she had PoBoy stick his finger out, and she placed his finger in what appeared to be a clothes pin -- used to take your pulse. One more thing she said, as she pulled this "dip stick" thing from sheath. It too had a electronic box on it. Then she about stuck it down his throat as she tried to get it under PoBoy's tonuge. Temperature reading: 98.6 Good she said. "Well what did you expect," PoBoy thought.

The other electronic box went "buzz" Not so good, she said. "And what's wrong with a 143/92. Looked better then last month," PoBoy said.

She closed the door behind her. Wait, wait, wait.

Door opens. Good Morning PoBoy. Doctor Questions. Any chest pain? Short of breath? And a hundred more. NO, NO, NO! PoBoy said, "can I get rid of some of these meds now," thinking of the empty wallet in his pocket. "No. We're going to double dose you on your bp med." Great PoBoy thought, just what I wanted to hear.

That was the visit and out he went. Hopped in the elevator and went down 7 floors. Walked out the front door to give the valet the ticket for his vehicle. The young man said, oh! when you stopped the vehicle and went in, it wouldn't start so we had to push it down there to end. I'll call the hospital security and he can jump start you. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Suddenly a white SUV pulls up with a bar of flashing lights on the roof. "Are they going to put me in jail for high blood pressure now," PoBoy thought. Undoubtedly, PoBoy would five to life for that. A uniform guard got out of the truck and hooked up a little black box to the battery. "Try it," he said. Click. Click. Nothing. Three or four more times -- still nothing. Goes back to flashing lights and comes back with a second box. Makes a call to his superior to make sure he can do this. Hooks both black boxes to the battery. "Try it." Click, click, CLICK.

"Might be the corrosion on the clamps on the battery," said the Security Enforcement Officer. PoBoy thought, "he'll probably give me jail time for that too." "Thanks," said PoBoy "can I borrow your cell phone to call my son. It's local...485." Here you go. What was the number again. He dialed it and handed it to PoBoy. PoBoy explained his predicament and his son said he stop to help on his way to work. "Thank you," said PoBoy. Wait. Wait. Wait.

"This is Tom," PoBoy's son said, "I'm taking him into work today too." PoBoy quickly told them what happened and his son get in and pop the clutch when we get you rolling. Thank goodness for "stick shifts" Rmmmmmmmmmm the engine rumbled. Thanks guys PoBoy said. No trouble at all Pop and Tom smiled too.

Well the whole ordeal took the time to 10:30 a.m. An hour and half late. Oh! Me! PoBoy thought as he sped off down the road to work.

Speaking of speeding off, PoBoy is crawling into his bed right now.