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Not on the train today, no school. I'm getting a CAT scan instead. Oh, joy. The secretary-people are al blond and thin and gorgeous and I frown. My bangs are too long. I have a ten page form to fill out. How am I supposed to know the address of my father's insurance company? I'm terrified. I just know the doctor's gonna be mean and tall and scary-looking. See, I'm not afraid of the actual CAT scan, but more of the person who's gonna be there. I'm weird like that: terrified of mean people. But the CAT scan person isn't mean. He's thin and has grey hair and a big smile, and says nice things. It'll be okay. It's really hard to lie still for the CAT scan. I'm a fidgety person. So I take deep breaths, and think about meditating, and manage to keep still. Fifteen minites lasts a lot longer when you're not allowed to move. My head hurts. Is it supposed to hurt? Oh well. It's over now, and I can go home. |