Another Monday

Mondays can be so different. Last Monday I was up well before the sparrows to fly to Montreal for an all-day client meeting. Except for the getting up early part, it wasn’t as gruesome as it sounds. The meeting was well organized and all the right people were in the room when needed. There were subject experts ready to co-operate with the project leader and some even expressed themselves with passion about their product. Sure, it’s a commercial enterprise, and the point of the effort is to make money for the company, but the product can actually make a positive difference to someone’s life and that aspect was clearly in the minds of those making this project happen.
Today’s adventure was in town at Toronto General Hospital, where I had a gastroscopy, which is a diagnostic exploration of my stomach using a camera on a thin tube that goes down my throat. Also not as gruesome as it sounds. I had a spray anesthetic to calm my throat, but I declined the sedation so that I could watch the show. I got a spectacular view of my more or less healthy pink innards in real time on a screen a few feet away — yay technology! I was done and out of there in less than an hour. The worst part? Getting the IV needle, which I didn’t use after all, in the back of my hand. Oh, and going without tea since yesterday. Now I’m celebrating with a very large cuppa and a box of timbits.