We had to be up and out by 6:30 this morning for Kelly’s brain MRI. Amazingly enough, they found one. Anyway, when we got there, Kelly had forgotten her glasses so I had to update her medical record for her. Every single time she goes for a test, she has to update. This place is such an amazing place that it is weird they can’t seem to update through the intranet here but whatever. I’m a team player. I’ll fill out the form 27 times a day for the next few days. And that’s when it happened.
“Ok Kel, yes or no. Pregnant or breastfeeding?”
“One too many.”
“Psychiatric illness, high blood pressure, alcoholism?”
“Only when I’m with my sisters.”
“Whatever. Penile Implant?”
Kelly covered her face to muffle her laughing as the woman sitting across from us looked up then quickly buried her face back in the magazine she was pretending to read.
“Ok, I’ll take that as a yes.”
When we got thrown out, I mean when Kelly finished her MRI, we went back to the room to relax. Kelly immediately got on the phone even though she didn't call her friend Nicole back. (Just stirring the pot, folks.)
Since she was not calling Nicole back, I decided to catch up on my reading as I strongly value keeping my mind sharp as a used nail file.
That’s when Cher decided to try and get a photo of the three of us together. This meant she set the camera to click a pic after 10 seconds and made a mad dive onto the bed.
She did this move several times which had us in hysterics but it finally paid off. In the words of Cher, we have the three pigs in a blanket for all posterity.
Like that’s a good thing. Blog fodder for weeks, I tell you.