Today's blog is in honor of Tess, my fabulously talented writer-friend who posted a very funny blog today about embarrassing herself. We've all been there...
Case in point: Yesterday.
Yesterday I went back to the neurologist's office to have an MRI done. I walked into the lobby and headed for the elevator, but then remembered that the imaging place was on a different floor. I went to the listing board, checked the floor for SAGE imaging then went back to the elevator. I pushed the button and waited. Some other people came up. We pushed the button and waited some more. More people came and still no elevator. I pushed the button again. Finally, the doors opened and we all got on. I pushed the button for my floor, but it didn't light up. I pushed it again.
Someone behind me said, "Two please."
"Sure," I said. "But I can't get my floor number to light up."
"You're pushing Floor One," said a man.
"Yes, that's the floor I want," I said.
"But...you're on Floor One," he said.
"Oh..." I laughed weakly. "Right."
I felt like telling them, "I'm here for a brain scan" but the doors were closing and...well...I'd made enough of a fool of myself for one day. Welcome to the Sisterhood of Gaffs.
As for the MRI, we're still waiting for the report. The receptionist told me the results were there, but the doctor hadn't had a chance to review them yet. Hoping to hear something later this evening.