Two medical related instances today. At the doctor's offices, after making an
appointment for next week for a procedure I walked back out into the waiting
room to ride the elevator down. Just as I
entered the waiting room I saw one of the elevators closing. My lucky timing! I leaped and put my arm out to stop the door
from closing. The door did not do as I
expected, it hit me with force and knocked me down but into the elevator. Now, I have a big bruise on the back of my
hand where I tried to block the elevator door.
Embarrassing. I bet over 50% of
the people there were looking at the elevator door when it slapped me down. I know if I were sitting in the waiting
room the noise of elevators doors would
get my attention. If it was me
watching, years ago, I would have
probably burst out laughing then. Maybe
this was a Karma pay-back thing.
Later I was at a pharmacy getting my prescription
filled. The lady hardly looked at me
until she asked me for my birth date.
When I told her, maybe she
quickly calculated I am within arm's reach of being 73 years old - she looked
up me for the first time.
I said, "Time flies!"
At the doctor's offices, after making an appointment for next week for a procedure I walked back out into the waiting room to ride the elevator down. Just as I entered the waiting room I saw one of the elevators closing. My lucky timing! I leaped and put my arm out to stop the door from closing. The door did not do as I expected, it hit me with force and knocked me down but into the elevator. Now, I have a big bruise on the back of my hand where I tried to block the elevator door. Embarrassing. I bet over 50% of the people there were looking at the elevator door when it slapped me down. I know if I were sitting in the waiting room the noise of elevators doors would get my attention. If it was me watching, years ago, I would have probably burst out laughing then. Maybe this was a Karma pay-back thing.
Later I was at a pharmacy getting my prescription filled. The lady hardly looked at me until she asked me for my birth date. When I told her, maybe she quickly calculated I am within arm's reach of being 73 years old - she looked up me for the first time.
I said, "Time flies!"
when the elevator gave me a whipping I didn't realize at the time but I bumped my bare knee (I had on shorts) and skinned it. Now, Willow, insists on nursing me back to health and is trying to lick my wounded knee.
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