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What Level Of Hell Is This?

August 4, 2009

Today I had a lipid panel done at the clinic.  As such I had fasted, and in fact was on hour thirteen.  To be honest my stomach felt that my throat had been cut.  My blood sugar was in the basement, and I was grouchy. 

As I waited for my name to be called I was ‘treated’ to a woman alongside me with a cell phone.  The one and only topic covered for about ten minutes, and I am not kidding my readers, was food.  Chicken sandwiches for lunch, meats and such for the grill tonight, double stuffed potatoes, and the list of calories ands flavors kept piling up.

The fact she still has two lips and a cell phone as I write is due to the voice of the phlebotomist calling my name.

  1. Ferrell Gummitt permalink
    August 4, 2009 3:54 PM

    I would give it a level 7 in the depths of hell.

    I thought getting kicked down low both by my screaming 3 year old daughter and the family dog in a matter of 5 minutes while having a migrane was definitely hell worthy. That I would give a level 3.

  2. Solly permalink
    August 4, 2009 3:52 PM

    Maybe she was there to have an insipid panel done

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