This day I've walked among the blues. Somewhere between grey and emotion. I've been tagged like a cow readied for the stock yard. I've been waiting one hour already... waiting, simply... waiting. My throat is hoarse from the invasion of a week long sore throat/ cold. The emergency waiting room is cold and I'm tired. They call my number; 53. Finally, I think, I can get this process started. Only I'm told they don't have my ct scan or blood work order yet. I have to wait. Another hour passes when they call my number, "53." This time I'm to follow the blue arrows to the lab where they take two vials of blood. I watch as my pale skin bruises at the fold in my right arm. Soon I'm back in the lobby. I'm being escorted to another room where my ct scans will be administered. By the time I'm finished I look like a drug user with a bad habit for shooting heroin.