Keepin' on truckin'

A funny reflection. No Photoshop tools were used in the making of this image.

I went out for brunch after my CT scan. Looked up and saw this scene. "Come away with me, Lucille"!

That's how I feel about medical procedures. Get me outa here! The stuff I had to swallow for the CT scan wasn't as bad as I feared, but the contrast medium they injected into my vein was as close to execution by lethal injection as I hope to come. The nurse who put in the line needs to go back to phlebotomy school—she left me with a nasty bruise.

I had a quick lunch and headed for the pool, thinking that exercise would help move these foreign substances out of my body. When I got there, I discovered I'd forgotten my swimsuit. So it goes.

One more test in a week, and then perhaps the murky future will be a little clearer. Meanwhile I'm longing to get back to my novel!