They have ordered some new tests. This morning I was scheduled for a test I am dreading. I am so afraid of this particular test.
I don’t think I have it in me to do this test. The whole drive down to the clinic, anxiety rattled around my body. How in the world am I going to make myself go through this test?
Then I got an idea: on the way to the clinic, I went to a drive-through Dunkin Donuts and ordered two of my favorite chocolate frosted donuts.
I get to the clinic, sit in the waiting room holding my donut bag, and soon am called in for the test. The nurse leaves the room while I change. When she comes back in, I am lying on the table, dressed in a johnny, with the donut bag sitting on my stomach.
“What are the donuts for?” she asks, straining to act like no-big-deal-so-what-if-a-bag-of-donuts-is-sitting-on-a-patient, but since she’s not a professional actress, her irritation comes shining through.
“They are my reward for going through this test,” I said.
My logic here is this: if I can lay here, endure whatever I have to endure, all the while seeing and smelling these two donuts that I am going to eat the moment the test is done, the test won’t feel so bad or be so hard to take.
Nothing is a better reward for me than chocolate donuts.
The doctor comes in, and very politely asks if I want to eat the donuts sitting on my stomach before they do the test.
Again, he is trying to be nice, but obviously is a bit confused by the presence of the donut bag on my stomach. The great efforts everyone went through to show respect to me, even though I obviously looked eccentric, was both hilarious and touching.
What a nice group of people at this clinic.
“No,” I giggled. “I’ll eat them later,” and it felt good to laugh and see the humor in this whole situation.
They did the test, and all the time I kept focusing on was: if I can get through this test, I can eat my donuts. I tried to think of nothing else, not the pain, not the nurses, not anything but the reward coming: the donuts.
How I love chocolate donuts.
The test ended. Everyone left the room. Before I even changed out of the johnny, I devoured the donuts in about ten seconds.
Ah, the power of chocolate donuts.
Even the most unpleasant test was bearable because I had two grand and delicious donuts to look forward to. Maybe I’ll try this again.