Here is another photo of a tagged boxcar.
One of my prescribed medications was recalled a few weeks ago. I called my doctor’s office when I got a notification from the pharmacy I use. The call I made to the doctor seemed to come as a surprise to those medical folks. They decided to research the situation and called me back a couple of days later. My prescription was changed to a different med. Today I had to go in for blood work to see how the new med was affecting me.
I learned that I should never go to the lab on a Monday. The waiting area was packed. So I checked in and then settled into a seat and waited my turn. I looked around the room and saw the normal things, such as most of the people staring at their smart phones as they played games or checked their Facebook or their Twitter feed. There were a few people who were actually talking on their phones loud enough so that the rest of us could hear their end of the (boring) conversation. As always I marveled at the number of people who go out in public dressed in a manner that seems to shout “bad judgement.” And I also once more understood why they say obesity is an epidemic here in the U.S. Judgmental you say? Yes, I agree that I am. I also agree that I am one of the obese.
I sat there for a long time. One of the Phlebotomists seemed to be having problems with the volume of people who were waiting. At one point she came to the door and called “Mary.” Two women stood up and the Phlebotomist asked the nearer what her name was. The woman said “Mary B_____.” “You’re the one I want,” said the Phlebotomist and escorted her into the inner sanctum.
Mary B_____ was drained of her blood and left. The Phlebotomist called and dealt with Fred and John. She then called Mary and the other lady went in for her blood to be drawn. The Phlebotomist came out and called “Michelle” and once again two women stood up. She asked the nearer of the two what her name was and was told “Michelle J_____.” The Phlebotomist turned to the other woman and asked what her name was. “Michelle F_____,” she was told. The Phlebotomist looked at her and said “I’ve called your name twice in the past twenty minutes. I’ll take this lady and then come back for you.”
Let me interject and say that I don’t believe she was telling the truth. I had been setting there for half an hour at that point and had never heard the name Michelle called.
Having disposed of the two Michelles, the Phlebotomist came again to the door and called, “Mary B_____.” Remember Mary B_____? She had come and gone a while back. But when the name was called a young man who appeared to be in his 20’s stood up and strode to the Phlebotomist. She said to him, “You’re Mary B_____?” He admitted that he wasn’t Mary B_____, but he thought that since no Mary had approached her, he might be able to take her place. “No” was her response. I wondered if Mary B_____’s blood was going to be tested for the right things.
Three or four people later a different Phlebotomist came to the door and called my name. Luckily I was the only Norman in the waiting area. I was in, had my blood drawn, and was out of there in under 5 minutes. On second thought perhaps I’ll continue going to the lab on Mondays just for the show.