Last week, both of us had our annual Medicare wellness visits (you can’t call them “physicals” or Medicare won’t pay!) and the doctor ordered fasting blood tests for each of us. Diane also needed an ultrasound, which also required fasting, so we scheduled them all for this morning.
We got to the lab a few minutes early for our blood tests and they took us immediately; we drove home and I had breakfast, while Diane continued fasting. Then I drove her to yet another Stanford Medical facility for her ultrasound. It had been at least a year since we’d driven on that particular part of Winchester Boulevard, and there had been a lot of construction, including a brand new Dunkin’ Donuts just a block from the ultrasound place.
They said Diane’s exam would take about 45 minutes; I sat around and read for a while, but it was too nice a day to stay inside and I left for a short walk.
There were a lot of cars in the drive-thru line for the Dunkin’ Donuts – it wrapped almost all the way around the building. I thought about going in – but then my phone rang. It was Diane – she was finished and famished. I turned around to pick her up and take her home for lox and bagels – I’ll need some other excuse for donuts.