During today’s visit to the cancer center I was sharing the waiting room with a little ol’ lady. She was obviously a cancer patient because there was no hair under her butterfly festooned hat. She sat in a wheelchair and was doing a crossword puzzle. When she wheeled across the room she didn’t use her arms she just kept working the puzzle and pulled herself by moving just her feet on the ground.
Donna called me down two doors to the lab area where she was waiting on Margo the nurse to come back. She showed me her numbers and they looked pretty good, but the doctor wanted to give her one more dose of the Nuepogen. When the nurse came back in she started to load up a needle while Donna tried in vain to bargain her way out of the shot.
As Margo was about to stick Donna’s arm the nice ol’ lady wheeled herself to the lab room door with her feet and asked if she could go yet. “Nope,” replied Margo, “I have to take blood for a test.” Our lady protested, “But you said I didn’t have to.” Sorry said Margo, the doctor forgot to write in the orders, but he just told me he wants it done. To which our butterfly hatted lady said, “Catch me if you can.” With a big smile on her face and a wink took a couple of shuffle steps forward moving all of 8-10 inches.
It took a full minute before the laughter died down so that Margo was composed enough to give Donna her shot.