It can be funny, sometimes not at the time in a haha way, how the brain can work. Especially a writer’s brain.

With the stupid nerve crap from the back I got sent to see if I was pregnant, meaning ultrasound. She asked the typical questions at the start and then in the middle of it asked if I was experiencing weight loss. Then at the end she asked if I was on any pain meds.

When I asked if she saw anything. “Oh, I can’t tell you that.”

Instantly my brain went to the plague, or some variation of it. Surely she wouldn’t ask such things if she saw nothing. Umm, surely not. Nadda was found. Just the same stupid nerve thing that has been there for a long arse time.

Let’s say bill collectors did that. “You owe us. We can’t tell you how much. Just pay.”

Let’s say cops did that. “You broke the law. We can’t tell you which one. Just go to jail.”

Let’s say politicians did that. “You…umm..” anything they say is a lie so that is a bad example.

You get the picture though. That would sure make for fun times, huh?

Maybe it was just my writer brain going off on the dozens of what ifs. Or maybe she should have asked the questions with all the other stupid questions to begin with. Bah, it is over with though and I don’t have to go back to the germ den. Plus, she took that thing all over, giving me the most action I got in a little while. Sad, huh?

Ever have an ultrasound done? Ever get mislead by either your brain or some medical professional? Think it might be fun to apply that to some other stuff in life?

Enjoy life, forget the strife.