Sweet Home Oklahoma...
So while getting my blood taken for a pre-op blood panel I found out today that when I’m in Simi Valley I am from Oklahoma.
As the first, clearly new nurse stared blankly at the under-sides of my elbows, petrified because of my tiny veins and most likely, because of my laughing at her first failed attempt in the first arm, she began pacing two quick steps in each direction, wanting to call another nurse but refusing out of, I think, was pride. Luckily another happened to walk by and the first practically leapt at her to get her to finish.
But anyways, the point is that this new nurse asked me where I was from, and I thought she meant my family….but no, it turns out she wanted to know where my accent was from. She thought I was from Oklahoma! Maybe it was just because I was in Simi or they had slipped some medicina from the storage, but both nurses agreed. I'm not going back there… ever.