It’s definitely Monday. You know those Mondays when you can’t get motivated and the day drags on forever? Yup, one of those.

I mentioned to my neurologist/physiatrist that sometimes when my body gives me trouble I can’t feel when I need to pee. She tested my urine to see if I had some kind of infection (and I didn’t think I did as this started more than a year ago). When my urine came back clean, she ordered a bladder and kidney ultrasound.

The test begins with an ultrasound of a full bladder, so I had to drink 20 ounces of water an hour before the test and not use the bathroom.

I selected a facility near work, so I could head over directly after my shift. The lobby was loud, and it seemed like every female patient had a two-syllable name that started with A. And then, an old lady stumbles awkwardly through the waiting room, bent strangely, a heavy purse dangling from her arm and, even more maladroitly balanced below her stomach, a toy poodle.

Yes, a poodle.

She practically falls into the chair at registration, and soon after completely her paperwork, releases the dog on a retractable leash and it’s running all over the lobby. It’s certainly not working, and it’s certainly not wearing the appropriate gear to be a service dog.

The ultrasound tech did a magnificent job and we talked at length about Stitch Fix, my publishing company, higher education and then she asked me about my educational background. Maybe she’ll buy some books.