This just *totally* made my day.

I’m getting a minor thing done at the Cedars procedure center, and I got into the elevator. The woman sitting on a chair operating the elevator said, “this elevator is for patients only”.

At first, I was a little stunned, and started to say, “I am a patient here”, and then I was hit with the magic of the moment–here I am, in street clothes, looking COMPLETELY healthy, so it didn’t even dawn on this woman that I was in fact a patient here.

She started to backtrack a little, but I immediately bowed out of the elevator, enjoying the irony of this moment. The other couple in the elevator, started to joke, ‘she’s with us–our long lost sister’, but I politely waved them aside.

“It’s no problem.” I beamed. “I’ll wait for another one.”

I am in a period where I’m feeling better than I have in a long time (the SubQ Ig is amazing), but I still have a lot of aches and pains, and I *definitely* cloak myself around the identity ‘patient’.

It was a nice feeling to be normal here at the hospital–even if only for a moment. 🙂