Welcome to July 29, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).
Today’s word is “real.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
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This, That, and the Other 
https://writerravenclaw.com/?p=931
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This comment is being an actual thing with some sort of objective existence Fandango 🙂
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https://poetryforhealing.com/2021/07/29/mother-of-pearl/
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I took my mother for a test, this morning. Is it a “test” when someone has a sonogram? She was in an automobile accident early in April. The EMS bill just arrived, today.
She had X-rays when she was rushed to the nearest hospital (which is also possibly the best in Saint Louis and where I was born decades ago). Extensive X-rays.
She had surgery in her neck, then. As a sidebar to what she was encountering, her regular doctor later re-evaluated all the X-rays. He ordered a look at her liver.
She thought she was going in (with me), yesterday, for said look. None of the personnel spoke of the order or look. She asked. The doctor said he wouldn’t worry about it.
He did, though, say she could schedule it. When he was gone, my mother told the nurse she was “ticked.” I conveyed that the doctor said he put in an order in May.
But, I went on, it has to be scheduled; she needs to schedule it. The nurse looked into the computer. Yes, May 27th. But, the nurse said, it won’t matter what they see.
No one will do anything about a cyst or even cancer on the liver. Thr nurse tried to impress upon my mother that the test r whatever was mot needed at all.
We now are wonder whether or not the supposed cyst was ever real. Or did the doctor just want some money for putting in the order? But we went, nevertheless.
When my mother went, yesterday, to the desk for scheduling, the receptionist said there was no order. If I hadn’t been there, this would’ve gone nowhere. Yet…
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Yes 😟
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That’s not a sufficient ending for the story.
I reiterated and described all that had gone down in the doctor’s office under my watch. The ladies at the desk centered in the hallway stopped explaining how they couldn’t do anything and switched to whispering under their breath, figured something out.
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Oh, and after the receptionist [or whatever her title or job description] said there hadn’t been anything ordered at all and I said the nurse had looked into the computer that very day as I stood there and seemed to see when it had been ordered, the receptionist substituted her original point of view by saying the order had been canceled… until the two, there behind the glass, worked something out.
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