HEY YOU IN THE CHAIR!

From this day forward let this week be known as "Linda, the Blogger Slacker" Week. Maybe we'll even celebrate it as an annual event. That is, of course, assuming that I regain some brain capacity in the mean time to start up again so that I can take a week off next year at this time.

I am however, at your mercy. I need to ask for some good thoughts (prayers, if you are so inclined); one set for Poopy, he needs an MRI to find out if he has a torn rotator cuff. I understand that it's excrutiatingly painful surgery with a rough recupe. And another set for our friend Jeff A. He's having a rough time of it. I'll be saying prayers and hope you will all join me.

Thanks in advance :-)

Oh, forgot to tell you. (Guess this is turning into a post, after all...) Tomorrow is Poopy's semi-annual visit to the Balance Center. I will come home from work at the usual time (6:15 am-ish) and take him into the city. There we will sit for an hour or so after battling morning rush hour and wait to see the nurse. She will ask the same 100 questions as before, with all the same answers staring up at her from his chart. He will answer them, the same as before. We will then wait another half hour for the doctor. He will come in, shake our hands like we're meeting for the first time (again) and call us Mr. and Mrs. (insert name here, but pronounce it with a short "i" instead of the correct pronunciation with a long "i"); I will correct him, same as I always do. He will ask aboot 50 of the 100 questions the nurse asked, with the file in front of him displaying all the answers, same as always. He will look in Poopy's ears and swivel the chair around and make Poopy dizzy, same as always. He will write scripts for Poopy's meds and magically produce a little hand-held and dictate all the same information to be transcribed, forwarded to the PCP and maybe suggest a hearing test to see if Poopy has lost any more of his hearing or hopefully, maintained it. At this point, he will either have the test or report to the receptionist who will insist on making an appointment six months in the future which we will cancel twice and reschedule three times because it was made too far in advance. The doctor will cancel it once or twice so that he can fit in his golf outings... So much bull shit. Anyway, that will be our morning tomorrow. But it will, at least, be FRIDAY. :-)

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