Well, That Was Loads of Fun

I breezed through patient check-in, my blood was drawn immediately, my x-rays were almost as fast (by now, I can tell them how I need to be positioned), then came the glorious reality test known as grocery shopping in the Bush economy (I'm not certain which was more expensive: my $120 worth of antibiotics or the milk), and dim sum (not dim son, which would be another Bush reference) on the way home.

I'm not even in a bad mood. However, I also haven't listened to any news about Iraq, Sudan, or the US in three hours which does wonders for one's disposition.