Here is the proof that I was a good girl and did as I was told!
I could not get an appointment with my regular doctor and was told, as usual, to see the ER about a breathing treatment, ASAP, if not sooner!
So I spent a most lovely 4 hours with the friendly folks at the base ER. Gee, you are not getting enough oxygen! So THAT is why I am so ditzy this week. Now, what causes it the other 51 weeks a year? How about a nice, hour long breathing treatment with Albuterol and all sorts of other delectable goodies? To top off this culinary treat, we offer you a selection of steroid products! We are KNOWN for our steroids! Yummy...
They gave me this stunning white bracelet just for coming in! Free! I am serious!
It even has my name on it! I must have been a good girl to recieve such a sweet gift! I know, you are envious right??
I thought it looked great next to the bracelets that Grace made for me. Hey, do I know fashion or do I know fashion? 
And here is the sweetest deal! Although the waiting room was terribly crowded, I was escorted in immediately! No waiting! I felt like a celebrity! I heard some mumblings about the lack of air (although I thought it felt quite comfortable inside) and someone being *over* 50 & in her heart attack prone
years. I have no idea who they were speaking about poor, old dear soul. I just reveled in my *star* treatment. I was even given a tiny room of my very own! I hate to look like an ungrateful guest but I must say that the *bed* was too hard and that little television had lousy reception. All I could get were some lines, blinking dots and irritating beeps. The lighting was a tad too harsh for my taste as well.
And that room service! They kept barging in every few minutes! Did I need this, did I want that. I thought it a little over the top. Can we say groveling?
Oh well, it IS a military installation. I suppose that they do what they can with what dollars they are alloted.
I might even give them another stab at entertaining me in the future...but not too soon.
And here is the sweetest deal! Although the waiting room was terribly crowded, I was escorted in immediately! No waiting! I felt like a celebrity! I heard some mumblings about the lack of air (although I thought it felt quite comfortable inside) and someone being *over* 50 & in her heart attack prone
years. I have no idea who they were speaking about poor, old dear soul. I just reveled in my *star* treatment. I was even given a tiny room of my very own! I hate to look like an ungrateful guest but I must say that the *bed* was too hard and that little television had lousy reception. All I could get were some lines, blinking dots and irritating beeps. The lighting was a tad too harsh for my taste as well.
And that room service! They kept barging in every few minutes! Did I need this, did I want that. I thought it a little over the top. Can we say groveling?
Oh well, it IS a military installation. I suppose that they do what they can with what dollars they are alloted.
I might even give them another stab at entertaining me in the future...but not too soon.
