Wednesday, May 13, 2009
cash would be nice
The last time I checked in for chemo, I accidentally handed the receptionist my Subway card, instead of my green hospital card.
She thought this was so funny, that she showed everyone in the room. I pretended to be angry, trying to grab the card back. It felt good to laugh in that, sometimes sad, place.
I told her though, that my subconscious had been at play. I gave her the Subway card because I feel that after so many rounds of chemo, I should get some sort of bonus prize.