So, I am having one of those mornings. Ya know, the Mondays? Anyway,running late, lost cell phone, twins hissy fit over raincoats, etc. I have a mammogram scheduled at 10. I call to get directions, and they still don't have my orders. I call my dad who is an orthopedic surgeon. (He was supposed to fax in the orders).
"Dad,what's wrong, you sound irritated"?
"Well, I am in the middle of surgery".
Ummmm. How was I supposed to know that? I can only imagine a nurse holding up the phone to his ear in a plastic bag.
6 hours ago