On a day like today!!!

This was the song that started my day yesterday..had been for a medical checkup..Its been ages since I got up early on a Sunday morning...I had to get up and go to this hospital which is so far away from my home sweet home...how much i hate these so-called formalities that we need to fulfil prior to joining an Organisation!!Well, with my previous experience, I imagined we need to fast prior to these check ups...but once I reached the hospital, I was asked to have breakfast and come back. Well, somehow felt nice wen I gotto know I could finally feed my poor little starving tummy(I guess this again partly constituted Murphy's law, I was starving for breakfast yesterday wen I've never really felt like having breakfast ever!!) ..well, I had been with a fren of mine...this hospital is situated right next to a mega mall...we wer hunting for a decent place wer we could have a simple breakfast..but, all we found was a place that was so fancy. The song.."On a day like today" by Bryan Adams was playing in the backgroud..thot for myself..Wat a perfect day!!! I asked for the menu and and they gave me a list having tons and tons of options...phew!!!I luked at the menu and all i wanted was a simple breakfast tht cud feed my poor starving tummy and here i had some exotic delicacies, majority of which you wouldnt even think of having for breakfast!!!Well, somehow came to a conclusion on what to have for breakfast and rushed back to the hospital just to finish off the checkup.

Like majority of them, I too get shit scared just with the thought of someone poking a needle on any part of my body...i still can't believe the thought that inspite of this needle-phobia, i still managed to get a tattoo done..phew!!!Wat an experience that was..i was so adamant on having one..wen i saw the guy with his drilling equipment ready to move it on my arm, i thot THIS WAS IT..!!!well, now thats another story to be told....

Coming back to the check-up episode...there wer many otherz waiting ther jus like me and i cud see ppl patiently waiting for their turn. I was desparately waiting, trying not to think of the needles. Finally, my name was read out by the doc and he called me and asked me if i was scared. I said bravely..ME??nah not really..jus that i am not comfortable with the needles..he wud have definately made out luking at my expressions how shit scared i was jus looking at the needle...i asked the doc if i cud scream wen i was being poked and he was generous enough to respond in affirmative. Well, i told him i wud control as i dint want others outside to think i was being forcibly tortured. Once this was done, i was asked to relax my arm. Ooh..i felt so relieved that it was over...I only hope I dont have to be in such a situation again...