Nurse Evil

I had to go into the doctor's office for a

few tests yesterday - not exactly how I wanted

to spend my Sunday morning - and

came face to face with Nurse Evil .

After a bit of dilly-dallying by the receptionist, I was

finally called back to have my blood drawn.

As the nurse was applying the little bandage to my arm I felt

a dark, looming shadow before me telling me it was

time for my millionth ultrasound.

Enter Nurse Evil.

She wasn't as pretty as Daryl Hannah, and I really

don't think she would kill anyone but I digress...

After an excruciating series of tests, I let a few tears

fall prompting NE to utter the unthinkable:

No

Need

To

Get

So

Emotional

Who tells a hormonal female pumped up full of

chemicals and writhing about in pain from feeling

like she's being cut in two by a dull, flaming

hot knife to "not get so emotional"?

Hmmm???

Before I knew it, I was letting. her. have. it.

I let her know real quick that she wasn't the only

one that didn't want to be there and if she thought

this was emotional, she hadn't seen anything yet.

Then I hopped off the table and told her exactly

where she could shove that ultrasound wand.

Okay...so I didn't exactly do all that.

At least not out loud.

-- A