Friday, September 30, 2005 Healthy Volunteers Do It For $$$
Luckily, I'm all done sleeping for pay. The medical pranksters that taped and stuck so many items to my skin are home, home to the sea, or I that's what I'm guessing. We haven't kept in touch--although the doctor in charge hinted that they may call me again, since I slept so poorly on Wendesday that I may skew their results. Luckily, I didn't do any better last night, so at least my readings will be consistent.
It is a shame. Being able to sleep soundly under ridiculous circumstances was my last, best hope for a Special Purpose. You're bush league, kid.
When the doctor was like, "So, if we should happen to call you back in a few weeks, would you say yes?" and I was like, "I require payment first!" I think I shocked him. He had thought I was more noble and concerned for my fellow man. Really, I'm just a little annoyed that the colossal machine of academic medicine will take two-to-six weeks to pay me, now that I am finally done (whereas the shiftless, fly-by-night study facility where someone once tried and failed to take my housemate's blood while she, the phlebotomist, was on her cell phone rewards participants with a baggie of twenties and a string to swing it on at study's halfway point, and that it took us four months or so of scheduling and rescheduling to to get to this point.
Meanwhile, though, I was reading Scientific American at the hospital the other night while Science was warming up the annoyance machine, and something struck me. Tracy and I share a hateful joy in reading print media articles about the internet, because they all say the same thing the same way: this revolutionary new technology allows online journalists, or "bloggers" to instantly publish their findings and ideas. I've rolled my eyes before, but I'm beginning to think there's something to it.
Not only did the magazine allude to the relationship between Kenny Chesny and Renee Zellwegger as though they were still a pudding-faced and loving couple, but they illustrated a blurb about changing one's workout music with a picture of an i-pod--an i-pod mini. I was embarassed for them. So five minutes ago. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 9/30/2005 09:59:00 PM
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