I ended up in the hospital emergency room last week (luckily I didn’t end up in a Hello Kitty hospital or a Hello Kitty examination room). Now, most people would view a trip to the emergency room as a negative experience, but when you live in Hello Kitty Hell, things tend to get a bit warped. All of a sudden I found myself someplace that was (seemingly) void of the Hello Kitty, so as I sat in the emergency waiting room, I was actually beginning to think that regular visits to the emergency room might not be such a bad idea.
The delusion that I would not meet the evil feline even in the emergency room was soon shattered. While I managed to avoid the Hello Kitty blood pressure gauge, I wasn’t so lucky when it came to what the nurse that did the initial screening wore when checking me into the emergency room – Hello Kitty scrubs:
As soon as my wife saw the scrubs, she was instantly more interested in them than my health and more concerned where she could get them that whether or not I was going to die. As the nurse tried to get vital information that might determine whether I lived or died, my wife peppered her with questions of where she could obtain such a “cute and wonderful uniform.”
The nurse, being the true professional that she was, not only was happy to engage in a fifteen minute conversation with my wife about all the different patterns of Hello Kitty scrubs that exist, but also gave her information on how she could purchase them. The only positive thing about the entire process was that the nurse didn’t manage to leave a Hello Kitty bruise on my arm when she drew my blood (something my wife was rooting for) and the fact that I now have a reason never to get sick again in my life…
Update: You knew the evil feline wouldn’t stop at one pattern: