Pretty Nurses

Yesterday Gordo and I made our familiar trip to Kelsey Seybold in Sugar Land where all of dad’s doctors are.

This trip was a little different in that we were there for dad’s annual pacemaker check.

Basically a tech runs a test … not too much unlike a diagnostic test on a car. The tech that performed the test was a guy with a personality of a slug. He did nothing wrong, but (unlike most of the folks who interact with Gordo) he simply wasn’t friendly at all. OK … bottom line was that his heart is good, pacemaker’s working and won’t have to be replaced for another 3 years. Yay!

Next stop was his routine blood work at the lab. We do this a couple times a month. Well … low and behold another grumpy male was going to take dad’s blood. So Gordo pipes up and asks (loudly) … Where the hell are all the pretty nurses today? You could hear all the lab techs snickering. Then the male tech says … sir … I am not a nurse. Then dad switches his tone and says … its ok son … not all nurses are pretty girls. OMG! (I thinking) … this guy is about to draw blood from him.

Well it took two pokes to get the job done … coincidence? I ‘m not sure, but when we got to the car … dad … says … Next time Pooker Annie … can we ask for the pretty blonde?

You betcha!