While we sat in the lobby, a man wearing street clothes and a surgical mask (presumably due to a compromised immune system) walked in and asked the receptionists for a wheelchair to take him to his car. He happened to leave at the same time as us and as we were waiting for the elevator, he informed us that we should wear shoes in a hospital. He asked if we were "trying to make a fashion statement," at which point we discerned that we had unconsciously agitated him by wearing flip-flops to our appointment. He called our feet "fungus factories." The security guard pushing the wheelchair rolled his eyes and we waited for the next elevator.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Fungus Factories
Today, T and I went in for him to get some blood work done. His white blood cell count is just in the normal range despite the chemo, which is a plus. It is considerably lower than before the chemo, which is expected. We'll find out from Dr. G exactly what that means next week, but the nurse who works closest with him said it is a good thing.
While we sat in the lobby, a man wearing street clothes and a surgical mask (presumably due to a compromised immune system) walked in and asked the receptionists for a wheelchair to take him to his car. He happened to leave at the same time as us and as we were waiting for the elevator, he informed us that we should wear shoes in a hospital. He asked if we were "trying to make a fashion statement," at which point we discerned that we had unconsciously agitated him by wearing flip-flops to our appointment. He called our feet "fungus factories." The security guard pushing the wheelchair rolled his eyes and we waited for the next elevator.
While we sat in the lobby, a man wearing street clothes and a surgical mask (presumably due to a compromised immune system) walked in and asked the receptionists for a wheelchair to take him to his car. He happened to leave at the same time as us and as we were waiting for the elevator, he informed us that we should wear shoes in a hospital. He asked if we were "trying to make a fashion statement," at which point we discerned that we had unconsciously agitated him by wearing flip-flops to our appointment. He called our feet "fungus factories." The security guard pushing the wheelchair rolled his eyes and we waited for the next elevator.
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ReplyDeleteHow cute are your fungus factories!
ReplyDeleteI think he was referring to Tim's little piggies!
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ReplyDeleteMaybe you should have shown him your newly acquired Gold Bond foot powder and said something like, "Don't worry, OSHA is in town."
ReplyDeleteSorry, nerd alert...
Are you going to wear shoes next time?
ReplyDeleteHOW DARE YOU FILTHY CRETINS ENDANGER HIS LIFE BY WEARING FLIP FLOPS!
ReplyDeleteNext time you see him, you should inform him that the average human being sheds about 35,000 skin cells per minute.
That's right. Every minute you and Tim stand next to him, he is surrounded by a fine cloud of your filthy, filthy organic matter.
That looks like a fungus infested big toe. I bet you delete this comment :)
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