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Two Strikes Against My Retinal Specialist
Sep. 1st, 2012 08:44 amStrike 1: She's a medical doctor (should be a science geek, yes?) and doesn't know what Dragon*Con is.
Strike 2: An appointment with her MADE ME MISS THE FIRST JOHN BARROWMAN PANEL OF THE CON.
Yeah, so the boy retinal specialist makes me flinch and causes actual discomfort during his exams, but he is at least in the office more.
Between getting all googly eyed over the 2012 Dragon*Con Android app and trying so very hard to get good pictures of cool costumes (seriously, Weather Channel? Your stand up was in front of a sunlit window?) I haven't had time to get logged in to LJ from the con. I totally plan to bring my phone charger today and make better use of the half hour breaks between panels, though.
(Note: this post to be edited to add pix from the first day of the con, which featured a 7 minute wait to check in if you walked rilly rilly slow and some blood donation people with much more twisted humor than last year.)
Me: Yes, I am O negative and a pediatric donor.
Bloodsucker Guy: (lights up like a Christmas tree, opens his mouth to say something I now wish I'd waited to hear)
Me: No, you may not have it all.
Bloodsucker Guy: Aw, that's mean!
And later:
Me: Y'know, if you got Joe Flanigan down here to hold my hand, you could have a kidney, too.
Phlebotomist: (nervous laugh, clearly wondering who Joe is)
Other Donor: OMG YEAH
Me: Of course, if you brought Jason Momoa down here and he let me climb him like a tree, you could have pretty much anything you wanted.
Phlebotomist: (looking a little alarmed now)
Other Donor: (squee noises appear to have exceeded range of human hearing)
( Guess who I found while giving blood? )
Note to self: never, ever give blood again without eating a good, solid meal first. I did that last year and wasn't right in the head for the rest of the weekend. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it.) This year, I raided the Hyatt Buffet (price adjusted upwards a whole bunch, but the remodel makes it look fabulous) for fried chicked, pulled pork, fresh peaches, mashed potatoes (no gravy? WTF, Hyatt? It's the frakkin SOUTH) and some coffee flavored chocolate brownies along with three or four refills of diet Coke. My pulse clocked at, like, 98 BPM, but my blood pressure (110/70) made it all okay. This morning, I am ready to face the day and the first panel: Reality Is A Lie. :D
Strike 2: An appointment with her MADE ME MISS THE FIRST JOHN BARROWMAN PANEL OF THE CON.
Yeah, so the boy retinal specialist makes me flinch and causes actual discomfort during his exams, but he is at least in the office more.
Between getting all googly eyed over the 2012 Dragon*Con Android app and trying so very hard to get good pictures of cool costumes (seriously, Weather Channel? Your stand up was in front of a sunlit window?) I haven't had time to get logged in to LJ from the con. I totally plan to bring my phone charger today and make better use of the half hour breaks between panels, though.
(Note: this post to be edited to add pix from the first day of the con, which featured a 7 minute wait to check in if you walked rilly rilly slow and some blood donation people with much more twisted humor than last year.)
Me: Yes, I am O negative and a pediatric donor.
Bloodsucker Guy: (lights up like a Christmas tree, opens his mouth to say something I now wish I'd waited to hear)
Me: No, you may not have it all.
Bloodsucker Guy: Aw, that's mean!
And later:
Me: Y'know, if you got Joe Flanigan down here to hold my hand, you could have a kidney, too.
Phlebotomist: (nervous laugh, clearly wondering who Joe is)
Other Donor: OMG YEAH
Me: Of course, if you brought Jason Momoa down here and he let me climb him like a tree, you could have pretty much anything you wanted.
Phlebotomist: (looking a little alarmed now)
Other Donor: (squee noises appear to have exceeded range of human hearing)
( Guess who I found while giving blood? )
Note to self: never, ever give blood again without eating a good, solid meal first. I did that last year and wasn't right in the head for the rest of the weekend. (That's my story and I'm sticking to it.) This year, I raided the Hyatt Buffet (price adjusted upwards a whole bunch, but the remodel makes it look fabulous) for fried chicked, pulled pork, fresh peaches, mashed potatoes (no gravy? WTF, Hyatt? It's the frakkin SOUTH) and some coffee flavored chocolate brownies along with three or four refills of diet Coke. My pulse clocked at, like, 98 BPM, but my blood pressure (110/70) made it all okay. This morning, I am ready to face the day and the first panel: Reality Is A Lie. :D
