Today was the day. Every eight weeks I get an IV at the infusion lab in the local hospital.
Today I walked up to the registration desk. She asked my name and then stood and invited me to follow her about fifteen steps to a desk in a cubicle. There a nice young lady looked at my medical cards and had me sign the electronic signature machine, put on an armband on my arm and that was it.
Sometimes they tell me to have a seat and then a person from a cubicle comes and gets me. Several times the lady at the registration desk has done the whole deal right there at the desk, arm band and all. Other times, they have pointed the way to the where the "checker-inners" are seated.
Formerly they asked questions about black lung and if I was participating in any government studies on health issues. Other questions about traveling outside the country were asked. But not today.
Each time it is a new experience. I can hardly believe they change their protocol every eight weeks. Maybe each employee just does what they want to do that day.
Anyway, I got my paper work and went to the fifth floor. Thank goodness for elevators. I barely made it across the parking lot and it was not that hot today. (87) Back to the nineties tomorrow.
P.S. I forgot the most embarrassing thing I did. The registration lady asked how she could help me and I told her I was there for an invasion on fifth floor. I corrected it. I think I watch too much news.