I went at 9 this morning to do my monthly chest xrays/blood work-- this was number two of the 24. It made me sad to see a little girl wandering around the Radiology building with her parents wearing one of the clinical gowns. The cloth had been bunched up and knotted against one of her calves because the gown was too long for her. It just didn't seem right (her being there, I mean, not the gown). When I had my xrays done the technician, like the one who took the first xrays after my diagnosis, complimented me on my "long ribcage"-- like I somehow have some sort of responcibility for this. Kinda like a dentist complimenting the shape of your jaw. But anyway, there's no harm in compliments, right? At 2:30 I'm going for an eye exam and I can't wait, because I need a stronger prescription and also want to see about getting colored lenses... maybe blue, or a nice violet...