On Monday I paid a visit to my doctor to have him look at something that’s been bothering me. The good news is that it’s probably nothing serious. But there is a (very) slim chance that there’s something nasty afoot, so he wrote out orders for some blood work and an ultrasound.
The intervening days have been what my weekdays usually are. So, it came to today before I could make the time to call the radiology place for an appointment and drag myself over to the blood lab.
It turns out that the radiology place won’t take an appointment without a copy of the doctor’s script faxed to them. "Can I scan it and email it to you?" Nope, says the nice lady on the phone. It must be faxed. (As if faxing assures some kind of genuineness?) Fax it in and call back in twenty minutes.
I scanned the script, cleaned up the image in Photoshop, and told MS Fax to send it on its way. I waited the requisite twenty minutes and called back. Once the (second) nice lady on the phone and I got through deciphering my doctor’s chicken scratch I got set up with a Monday afternoon appointment.
After lunch I marched myself over to the