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Monday, August 31, 2009

"Oh...You're that Guy"

Those that know me well, know that I do not like to go to the doctor. It always seems like I am having to have a test done on this or a head scan on that and so on. Recently(last week), Ashley urged me to go to the doctor for the discomfort in my throat. To be honest, it was something that was troubling me since singing is what I do...I guess I was just scared of that the doctor would say. Anyway, I went to see him and I describe to him the symptoms. He then tells me "Singers can put a lot of stress on their voice." (Okay!?!) Then he asked me if I can breath good. I told him I was breathing fine. He said that my sinus were pretty blocked and my ears were a little red. So he gave me a nasal spray and some other medication. Will this help my voice? I am not sure...he told me to try it for a week and if there is no change then he would send me to a ear, nose, and throat specialist.
So as I thought I was finished with the appointment, he looks at my chart and tells me that I need to get some blood work done! WHAT! I just looked at him thinking..."that is not why I came in." He said that it has been a while and it is something I really need to do. And of course I hate needles. But here is the reason I am telling you all of this.
A year ago, I had salmonella poisoning! While I was sick, the doctor sent me to the lab to take give them some samples....yes, those samples. This was one of the most embrassing experiences of my life...and the worst part was, that they-the lab-lost the sample and I had to go back and do it all again. It was not a pretty sight. Now fast forward to today and you will find me with my doctors note back in that same lab! Have you ever walked into a room and all the people stop what they are doing and look at you as if your zipper is undone? Well that was what I felt like...and no my zipper was not down!
The lab tech calls me back into the room and ask me to sit in the chair. As we were walking, she keep looking back at me as if she knew me. Of course I knew who she was (the one that lost the sample), but I did not want to reveal that information. As she is entering the information into the computer, she would occasionally look up at if she recogonized who I was. Finally she stopped typing and asked "Do I know you from somewhere?" I smiled and said, "Well, I have been to this lab a couple of times. I believe your file will tell you." She smiled and nodded her head and went back to typing.
Suddenly, her fingers froze dead on the keyboard. It was as if she read something that she should not have read. She looked at me, then the computer, then to me again. I asked her, "Is everything alright?" To which she replied, " Ohhhh, You're that guy!!" Now I must confess that, there was a small part of me that was hoping she recognized me from one of my performance around town...but I knew the sad reality. She went on to say, "You're the salmonella guy!" WOW! What a way to be remembered? I told her that she was correct in her identification. She then went on to apologize for the whole ordeal that happened with my "sample." She, herself, seemed to be a little embrassed. It was in that moment, that there were so many wise crack comments I could have made, but I needed to just end the entire conversation(much like this blog). I told her it was no problem(actually it was) and that I understand that these things happen(but I don't because they are a lab and they are suppose to take special care of this stuff right?), and we finished the rest of the blood work!
As I was leaving, I thanked her and she again apologized for what had happened. But who would have thought that out of all the things I would like to be remembered by...that one that sticks out to her is "Salmonella Guy!"


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