Went to get some tests done this morning, as per the doctor’s orders: first, an “upper GI series”, where they stuck me on this crazy table and x-rayed me a bunch of times while I drank water, alka-seltzer and some kind of weird pasty stuff; second, a quick blood sample. It’s all related to the heartburn I’ve been feeling pretty steadily for the past 6 weeks or so.

The initial tests were at 8:30, and I was done by 8:50. Hardly any waiting, very nice doctor, very cool screen where I could see my own esophagus working, whiz-bang and I was out. The blood test was upstairs, so I waited for a few minutes and then the test was over in about 30 seconds. Usually it’s impossible to draw blood from me; last time I had blood drawn they stuck me twice in each arm before giving up and going into the back of my hand. This woman, however, got me on the first stick and had a full vial in about 20 seconds. I kind of didn’t believe her when she said she was done. Anyway, two tests later and I was on my way back to work by 9:05. Can’t beat that.

The muffin I just ate tasted extra good, as it was the first thing I’ve been allowed to eat in 14 hours. I was also happy to see a sign on the doors downstairs telling all the jackasses to stop hitting the wheelchair button just because they’re too fucking lazy to turn a knob and pull.

[tags]medical tests, wheelchair button, lazy-ass bastards[/tags]