Happy Friday the 13th!
I just got back from the doctor’s office where I had some bloodwork done and I had an ultrasound.
For those of you who have never had an ultrasound, it’s where they rub you with “goo” (to use a technical term) and then they poke you with a small machine that looks like a hand-held price scanner. (I swear they have a better one of these at the Container Store then they do at my local hostpital. At least that one gives me discounts-sometimes-and doesn’t require “goo” to operate.)
Next up, they have this little monitor where they can see your “innards” (to use another technical term) which resembles a 1950’s style b&w TV minus the bunny ears.
You’ll be happy to know that, this morning anyway, my spleen was not ruptured. It’s in one piece-I even saw it on the little monitor-the way the bats do. We must all look pretty dorky to bats because, well, it’s a kind of goofy altered state-what with the ultrasound, the 50’s TV, no bunny ears, and all.
But, getting back to my spleen, it appears to be in one working piece. I also apologized to my liver for what I’m about to do to it this afternoon, while I was “in there” and all, I figured I’d put in a good word.
Happy Friday, here’s an elephant for you. Too bad it’s not pink.
Until next time…
