Ah, Hells Bells

Guess what $3 (in cup holder change) and an hour of your time at GBMC can get you. No, not one of those oh-so-delicious chicken patties with cheese they serve in the cafeteria. At least not today.

Today, my $3 (in cup holder change) and hour of time got me:

• A lunch date with my hunky urologist...why someone so beautiful would dedicate his life to ureters and ED, I will never understand.
• An autosomal recessive genetic disorder...although, I think Dr. SchpHunk is grasping at straws with this one.
• An unlimited supply of medication to make me pee 27 times a day for the rest of my life.
• My constipation pointed out to me on x-ray. Just what I wanted Dr. H-H-Hunky to know...that I haven't pooped in four days (damn narcotics).

On a brighter note, Dr. McHunk-Hunk did tell me that my abs look fabulous on CT scan. Yeah, P90X, YEAH!

I'm neurotic today because...
...I actually owed $4, but could only scrounge up $3 (in cup holder change). The attendant had mercy on my poor stone-riddled soul and let it slide (she also loved the handful of nickels and dimes)...but I can't help but wonder what my last $1(of cup holder change)'s worth of bullet points would've been. Next time I'm counting the pennies.