October 28th, 2008


"...or friendly milk will countermand my trousers."

naamah_darling discovers that medical personnel do not speak Earth languages.

Today I had blood drawn for my thyroid tests – an unnecessarily prolonged ordeal, because, as I said to bat_cheva, apparently "Please have the lab paperwork ready at the front desk when I arrive!" does not translate. They reacted as though I had said "Please shoot me to Mars off the end of Richard Nixon's dick." I waited for an hour for them to write my name and address on a piece of paper and check two tiny boxes.

Quoted with permission. Context's hovercraft is full of eels.