So I had to undergo a hospital test yesterday that I’ve already had at least three times. It involves getting a CAT scan after they inject dye into your spinal cord. Before the doctor came in I told the woman prepping me about the first time I got one. That first doctor prefaced the shots by saying, “this will feel like a bee sting.” That was the worst thing he could have said. I HATE bee stings. After noticing that I was gripping the table so hard my knuckles were white, he told me to try and relax and not be so tense. The woman yesterday said, “It’s a good thing you mentioned that because this doctor always says that, too.” I took that to mean he wouldn’t be bringing up bee stings. A moment later, he came in and said, “I hear you don’t like bee stings. I only say that because these shots are just like bee stings. You get that first pinch of pain followed by a burning sensation.” Thanks for elaborating on what I hate. What kind of person does that? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s a person like me. Several years ago a friend of mine was getting ready to take her first ever plane trip and she was scared of flying so I figured it would be great fun to go on, at length, about every worst case flying scenario I could think of. It was pretty funny until I noticed she was crying and even I was bright enough to know it was time to shut up. Obviously the lesson here is that I need to start crying around doctors and bees. And Girard students. (They’re Yellow Jackets.) And Beyonce.