So I had an ultrasound done on both legs today. Obviously, this is a rich opportunity for shtick, so I was thinking something along the lines of "Look into my eyes when you do that" or "How about some more gel right
here?"
Unfortunately, one look at the mousey little Indigo Girl that was going to perform the procedure told me that this would be a shtick-free environment. I can't ever remember having less fun having warm gel smeared all over me.
The followup with my doctor, a guy I have known since he was in medical school 30 years ago, a guy I have been to Vegas with, went fine. I don't have clots that would make air travel next month a risky proposition. But one thing leapt out the bloodwork and pimp-slapped me. My glucose was high. Real high. High enough that I have to get it tested again, and if I roll the same number, I'm diabetic.
On the plus side, he re-upped my Vicodin prescription.