I went to my 7:30 a.m. cardiac rehab appointment today. Yesterday I was out all day because I got a back molar extracted (and since I am on Plavix, I kind of bleed a lot). But anyway, my molar extraction pain made it so that I basically ate nothing yesterday and this morning, then I got to treadmill for 40 minutes today. So by 9AM I was going to look as thin as I will ever look in the near future.
Last night I was feeling really bad and my whole left side felt swollen from the tooth pain, so I took my wedding ring off. I forgot to put it back on this morning.
I am in line for a bottled water and a blueberry muffin (they say "low fat muffins" on the sign, but I am skeptical) at the hospital coffe shop. My duffel bag is at my feet. I move up in line, kicking the duffel bag ahead of me on the tile floor. Female voice, "You must have played hockey or soccer didn't you." Turn around -- short little doctor lady, about 5'3," blonde hair, accent, probably 40. Yeah, no, I was a basketball player. "Well, you just showed so much skill in moving that bag, those looked like some trained feet!" No. And I really do not care for soccer. "Oh, that is too bad because I bet you would be really good at it. Plus I love soccer." [Place my order]. "I played two years of volleyball at university in Australia and I was really good.........just too short I guess. The coaches seemed to prefer the new recruits -- taller girls." I know what you mean about the too short thing. "Well, you seem plenty tall to me. I bet you were quite an athlete."
My lord. I finally said so long and walked away.
Note to self -- remember wedding ring every day for cardiac rehab. But wait, bad economy, single lady doctor -- damn, I blew that one!