Typhoid Penda

I am leaving work Noon this afternoon and will return tomorrow morning.

 Where I am going there are powerful magnetic fields, concrete-floored tunnels, and if I don’t get escorted back to the Imaging waiting area by Security, a trip to the morgue.

My afternoon is the prologue to any Robin Cook novel.

While I walk with authority to areas requiring “authorization” and “a reason”, I will pretend I am Patient Zero, wandering the halls of the hospital, collecting disease and conditions to spread back among my co-workers when I return in the morning.

Because I am a giver.