So I am a couple days early posting for the ever ominous Friday the 13th!
Yeah, that happens this week.
Hence, the Boo!
On that alleged spooky day, I am scheduled to get my first shot as part of the Poloma Study I am participating in, however, the date was not set in stone.
Nurse Lisa: "Let's see when we can get you in... well... we'll get your EKG and lab work on Monday, Tuesday you have your CT Scan and Bone Scan... we'll need a couple of days to get those results, so what about Friday? Oh, but that's Friday the 13th, you're not superstitious are you?"
Me: "Uhm well let's see, I've already got cancer how much worse can it get? Nah, no superstitions here."
Then she laughed.
Then on Monday whilst putting stickers on my torso and limbs for my EKG, Nurse Lisa posed a very sensitive question, "How old are you?"
I told her the dreaded number.
Astonished, she replied, "I thought you were at least ten years younger than me, and I'm 44 years old."
Me: "That's the correct response."
I tell ya: I like this girl.
*insert cheesy smile here*
B.S. No EKG machines were harmed during the production of this post.