I had to write about this

Still a summer favorite

Hawaiian style shirts go in and out of favor, except in Hawaii. I saw on television this morning that they are currently stylish. I’ve had this shirt for fifteen years, and have worn it every summer since I bought it. You might say that I’m fond of it.

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A couple of days ago Cindy went in to have a cortisone injection into the ball-and-socket joint of her hip. She was very nervous about the procedure because one of her “friends” told her a horror story about her experience with that procedure. Among the things she mentioned were a gigantic needle used in the process, a patch of skin being removed at the injection site, and pain so bad that she wanted to jump off the table.

Cindy asked me to go along so that, if allowed, I could hold her hand for comfort at best, and break her out if the worst came about. I kind of imagined holding her down on a butcher table and stuffing my handkerchief in her mouth if the screams got too loud. But the nurse said that I couldn’t go into the room where the procedure would take place and seated me in a waiting area down the hall where other patients and significant others could wait. She took Cindy off to change into a gown and enter the forbidden chamber.

I had brought a book, 1984 by George Orwell, to read in that eventuality. However I couldn’t help overhearing some of the conversation the others were having. Actually, it was more of a monologue being conducted by a middle-aged fellow who looked to me a lot like Barry McGuire after he grew a mustache and shaved his head. The young among you might want to Google Barry McGuire. The bald fellow’s audience consisted of a youngish woman awaiting a procedure, and her paramour who was wearing a cowboy hat. On the television screen that no one was watching was the non-controversial Weather Channel.

The bald fellow’s story went something like this:

  • 400,000 Muslims have been sent into this country to overthrow the government.
  • a “gas chamber” prison that will hold 40,000 people has been built in Terre Haute, Indiana. The people sent there will never come out.
  • There are another 400 such facilities around the country. I think he likes the number four.
  • He knew this because he worked for National Security! He said that he had been all over the world and knew things the public never hears about.

At that point the woman interjected, “I believe it. They don’t want us to know the truth.”

The guy in the cowboy hat asked, “What did you do in National Security?”

The bald guy said that he couldn’t tell him, because of the security implications. He went on to say that he had been in some scrapes; he had been stabbed in the neck twice.

The flabbergasted cowboy wannabe said, “Twice! What? Where?”

The bald fellow said, “I work with computers.”

Cowboy: “What were you doing with computers that got you stabbed?”

Baldy: “That was because I got drunk in a place where I shouldn’t have been. National Security didn’t give us proper support. We had to walk back 17 miles to our base.” I hope that he got the bleeding stopped before that hike.

Then he said to his audience, “People don’t know what goes on in this country.”

At that point the woman interjected, “I believe it. They don’t want us to know the truth.”

Cowboy: “Yeah!”

Baldy: “People don’t know that there is a nuclear reactor in downtown Las Vegas. It is camouflaged as a casino. You can’t walk into it. When you go in the door (Wait.You can walk into it?) you go down an empty 400 (4 again) foot corridor and that takes you into the real casino that is in another building.” So I’ve been in a number of Las Vegas casinos and have never seen a blank corridor, let alone at the entrance to a building. Just saying.

Upon hearing that the cowboy shook his head at the enormity of that coverup. His lady friend was taken away for her procedure. Also, another woman joined us to wait for her procedure.

The bald guy said that he could tell the cowboy things, but that the cowboy would think him psychotic. He had told a few friends, and they thought he was psychotic. Before he could say anything else he was called for his procedure. The cowboy opened a magazine.

The new patient said, to no one in particular, “Why are all of these TVs here set on the Weather Channel?” She picked up the remote and changed the channel to MSNBC, the liberal answer to Fox News.

Normally I enjoy MSNBS, but I wanted to concentrate on Chapter 5 of 1984. That was not to be. The conversation on TV was about Paul Manafort. The woman said with a chortle, “That man is going to jail! He is going down!” Then she went on a fifteen minute rant about President Trump and Attorney General Sessions.

When the cowboy’s friend returned from her procedure, he jumped to his feet, said “Let’s go,” and nearly sprinted down the hallway. The newer woman continued talking about our President until they came to take her to her procedure. I turned off the TV and returned to my book.

Eventually Cindy returned from the ordeal. She was smiling. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see her and the nurse doing the huckabuck as they came down the hallway. The horror stories were not true.

 

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5 thoughts on “I had to write about this

  1. I had to Google huckabuck, and it kept telling me dessert, but then I saw the video of Ed Norton doing it, so now I know. She’s lucky to be smiling. When I got in the car after my injection, I remember slamming my fist against the door bc it hurt so much. And then I got zero relief after two injections. I hope hers works! As for the National Security guy, he’s not being secure. I call people like that “black helicopter” folks bc they’re always suspicious and paranoid. I’m certain there are tons of things we’ll never know as ordinary citizens but oh, well.

    1. I’m sorry that things didn’t go as well for you as for Cindy. Her injection was almost painless, except the doctor touched a nerve when withdrawing the needle. She has been going to physical therapy since then and is feeling much better.

      I’m pretty sure that most of the stories baldy was spouting had no basis in truth. I would guess that his only work with computers was to blog about conspiracies. He kind of reminded me of a somewhat more stable fellow who used to drop hints about being a black ops commando while he was in the army. I always figured he was a dirty old man who spun yarns to impress the dolly girls. I called him our office’s International Man of Mystery.

  2. I have to admit that I had to Google Barry. And I have to admit shaking my head at your waiting room fiasco. I don’t know how you have the patience to listen to it. Or get away from conversations like that without a throbbing headache! Also, you could write a whole anthology of waiting room conversations. I can see it becoming a big hit!

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