Last time I was in Wonderland, I didn't leave in the usual fashion. I left in an emergency vehicle. No sirens, but plastic gloves, EMT kits and IV's were administered, used, and followed through. Instead of driving away into the sunset in my own vehicle, heading to my own humble abode, I was whisked away to a hospital with lots of wires, tubes, and gauze.
Blood was taken, tests, interviews, health insurance, and I was released in a few hours. But still, such an afternoon as this is set apart from others. It was decided that this wonder woman's kryptonite was a pinched nerve caused by sitting and then standing too quickly, blocking oxygen to the brain and causing a short black out episode. Keen.
And what kind of kindness does Wonderland bestow on this white rabbit? Their humble little middle man? A call to see what the fuss was all about, and then asked to come in early on my next shift to take a conference call. No bows. No ribbons. No hugs and kisses. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. After all, this is Wonderland, not a kid's story.
Reality checked, WW
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