Beige, they should paint the ceiling beige

Do you ever find yourself in a position that you just never pictured yourself in?  And no, I don’t mean position number 72 from the Kama Sutra.  I just pulled that number out of the air, but if it exists, and if it’s a position you think I might like to find myself in with Hubunit, please send me a note.  With an explanation.  Cause I think in my alternate reincarnation universe, I’m from the show-me state. 

I’m talking about a hardcore, reality dosed, possibly life altering position that you just never expected to be seeing from the inside.   I’ve found myself in a few of those kinds of positions throughout my lifetime and some of them were bad, really bad, but some of them have been incredibly good too.  Like hugging jellybean after a lifetime apart or watching monkey sleep in a bed with a thousand toys on it because he loves them all and can’t live without them for even one night or feeling the kind of love Hubunit has for me.  It’s been really wonderful to be on the inside of those things.

Today, for the second time in two weeks, I’ve found myself on the inside of a medical machine called the DETECTOR 1, remaining perfectly still while staring up at the ugly dropped ceiling of a hospital basement room in the Nuclear Medicine department.  Cause the basement is where all nuclear stuff should be kept.  That part I understand perfectly.  My inner glow is so much prettier in the dark. 

And hopefully, the position I’ll be in a few days from now will be me, sitting in my sunny new house, listening to my doctor on the phone as he tells me it’s all a false positive and I don’t have any kind of real heart problems.  That will also be a pretty wonderful moment to be seeing from the inside.  I’m counting on it in fact.

I guess I just got hit today with a big slap of what reality is for so many people who are sitting in those kinds of machines all over the world, or even worse, watching their kids sit in one of them, and wondering what the answer is going to be.  We all acknowledge intellectually what that means, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard someone else’s story, felt bad for them and then thought, gosh I’m so thankful that’s not me, as I move on with my ordinary day. 

So no big drama in my court, no feeling of doom and I really am expecting to hear good news in a few days.  But if you are dealing with something real and are finding yourself looking at an ugly basement ceiling, wondering how you got there, then, today, I understand completely. 

Don’t they know we are much too good looking to be hidden away in a basement room with no natural light to shine on us?  But still, you and I both know, we rocked those hospital gowns.  Like, the orderly could barely take his eyes off us, right?   It’s a fashion show when we’re in there.  Just us though.  Everyone else looks silly.  I mean really.  Who wears those shoes with that gown?