Even grosser than yesterday: FIFTY-TWO PERCENT HUMIDITY!
:-d
It’s like a sauna out there.
Took the dog for a walk through the swamp. Just awful.
Got back. Noted an appointment at the Mayo on the calendar. HUH? Someone named Cheney….never heard of him.
Look him up. He’s a urologist.
Double-HUH????
I don’t need to see a urologist. I need to see a Neurologist. Some idiot on the phone must have heard me say I wanted to make an appointment with a neurologist and figured I was so illiterate I meant something like “an urologist.”
Sh!t. Now I have to get on the phone and do battle over that. But they don’t start answering until 9 a.m., when half the county dials the Mayo’s phone number at once. So it takes a good ten or 20 minutes of batting against the porchlight to get a phone operator on line…of the very ilk who thinks “a urologist” means “a neurologist.” Forgodsake.
Just the way I wanted to kill my morning.
It’s odd, isn’t it, how all the stupid stuff happens on the same day. Ever notice that? We’re at 6:50 a.m. and already we’ve hiked over a mile through gawdawful humidity, dodged several dog fights, and learned about a fine new stupid snafu.
This is making me unduly angry. Really: I do NOT want to dork around and dork around and dork around some more trying to get through on the phone; then dork around some more trying to get an appointment with a neurologist. I’m hungry, I’m tired, I’m overheated, and now I’m IRKED.
gggrrrrrrrrr