Wednesday, February 16, 2005 After the seeing my doctor today
I am wearing a surgical mask because I have the FLU. I head into Wal-Mart to get my prescriptions filled and to pick up a few things. Children would look at me in wonder. Teenagers would do a double take and then stare. Adults would try not to do a double take, but when they looked at me they all smiled as if they knew what’s wrong. Everyone would move out of my way as I walked to the pharmacy.
At first I was mad that people were acting weird. I mean, I could have not worn the mask. Just walked in breathing my sickness everywhere and I wouldn’t look funny, but the “right thing to do” out weighed my pride.
The pharmacy at Wal-Mart was out of what I needed, but the ladies behind the counter were nice enough to call around to see if there was any place close which could fill my prescription. As I waited, the public would still avoid me or back up when they saw me. It bugged me for a while, but then I began to enjoy their fear.
The HT in the same shopping strip had what I needed so I thanked the women for their help and walked out of the store pushing people out of the way with my presents. People could not wait for me to pass.
The staff at the HT pharmacy was very nice and they helped me get a few things that were not behind the counter. I made it home and have been medicated ever since.
Monday, February 14, 2005
High Life
I picked up my tux Friday. There were many problems with what I had requested. First of all they could not get me the powder blue with ruffles tux that I wanted and then when I picked out a basic black tux they send the wrong size jacket. It was an easy fix, but I kinda wish that I could have worn the smaller jacket as I could have sung: “fat man in a little coat”. Or bust a Lou Ferrigno and rip the jacket off of myself. I think that either act would have been a big hit Saturday night at the 47th Annual Greater Charlotte Heart Ball presented by Presbyterian Hospital
The evening started with a silent auction, drinks and orderves. I did bid on a few things, none of which I could afford. I was relieved, as I was out bid on every item. A Marti Gras dressed performer blew his whistle and announced that we could move into the dinning hall. I killed some time and then visited the heavy-handed bartender one last time before going into the dinning hall.
We drank wine, ate “Heart-Healthy” foods, and talked as speaker did their thing and presented stories of how “our” donations had helped. During dessert the high roller’s auction began. These were bids that started out at $7,000 or more. I did not win any of those bids either. It was a fun night and I met a lot of “powerful” people. By that I don’t mean super heroes, I mean the rich.
