Hospitals

Everyday I work in a hospital. I spend about 3-4 hours per day at Bozeman Deaconess Hospital. I've seen some stuff I don't care to see, but for the most part its always a good experience.

Today, I had an ultrasound on my thyroid. (Everything is fine. It was just a follow-up.) I got there early like I was supposed to. Checked in with the unfriendly, bland and rather depressing-looking lady. She told me to take a seat. I did. I sat for 35 minutes. Now, I don't really mind waiting because I've come to expect to wait. What I did mind is that there was a man sitting down the line from me who was coughing incessantly. I just wanted him to get up and get a drink or at least cover his mouth. He didn't! That wasn't so bad, but since it was combined with another man who was whistling intermittently, I was officially perturbed. I'm a whistler. I like whistling. It annoys my sister-in-law Michelle to no end! Whistling in general doesn't bother me, but this guy would whistle a couple measures of something and then stop. He'd walk around a little and then whistle again. My skin was crawling. I wanted to jump up and run out of there to escape the coughing and whistling! I'm fairly certain that it wasn't that annoying, I was just nervous. I'm glad it ended up that I had nothing to be nervous about, but still.

I guess I just had to gripe a little. I'm over it now and I'm getting ready to snuggle on the couch with my husband and watch a movie. I love Friday nights!