And here we are with the rest of the cattle herd, parked in the Mayo’s waiting room.
Getting out here from central Phoenix induces a migraine headache — the Mayo Clinic is situated in affluent Scottsdale, where they presumably figure they’ll be closer to the kind of patients who a) know what the Mayo is; b) have the kind of jobs that provide the sort of health insurance that will cover the Mayo; and c) are bright enough to run to the doctor whenever a need arises…or appears to arise. The location is one BITCH of a long drive from North Central. I left at 20 after 8, and it’s now 9:17 a.m.: yes, almost a full hour of navigating rush-hour traffic with my fellow homicidal drivers.
But…given the quality of US medical care in general and Arizona care in specific, it’s worth the drive. HOOO-lee mackerel.
My late mother-in-sin — SDXB’s mom — was at John C. Lincoln — the Institution that serves this part of town — after she’d had some sort of cardiac episode. While she was laying in the hospital room, she DID have a heart attack, and…NO…ONE…NOTICED.
Actually, that’s wrong.
A cleaning lady noticed. She came into the room to pick up the trash, and instead picked up the phone — to call the nurses’ station. Mom survived…but only by the grace of God.
So that’s why I avoid John C. Lincoln.
Doing so means the nearest hospital is a fair hike from here. EMTs will take you to some of them, but not all of them. Especially not to the Mayo…the only one where you can feel solidly sure of getting competent care.
If I had any sense, I’d sell the Funny Farm and move closer to the Mayo Hospital, thereby insuring that the local ambulance services will take me there. But I don’t have any sense; nor do I have enough $$$ to afford to buy a comparable house (or much of any house) in Scottsdale or Paradise Valley. Ohhhh well. We all have to go sometime…maybe sooner is better than later…
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So I get in to see MayoDoc. She hasn’t a clue, being a GP, and she reports that their eye specialists are not seeing any but the most urgent cases, because of the plague. She suggests I visit thus-and-such an ophthalmologist, who…heh!!…happens to be in practice with my guy!
When we say “waste of time,” we MEAN waste of time.
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Speaking of the which… I was supposed to be down at the church for today’s volunteer gig along about noon. Having come unstuck in time, I had no clue that Today’s The Day, until my opposite number for the morning hours called to say “where ARE you?”
Well, where I was was in the backyard throwing food on the BBQ whilst dealing with the Leslie’s pool repairman. Ohhhhhhhh gawd!
So, so, sooo tired beyond description. Now I have to hang here until the Swimming Pool Service & Repair guy finishes wrestling with the pool, write down what he wants me to do (because you may be dead SURE i won’t remember!!), then race down to the church and sit through the last several hours of phone duty and then take a vial of water up to Leslie’s and then call Pool Dude and tell them what they say and…and…but…but…if I have this pool dude’s phone number (and name) I sure as hell don’t know where they are.
Meanwhile the Toyota people want me to bring the car down to the dealership to get some recalled nightmare part replaced, which obviously I now won’t be able to do tomorrow because I’ll be running from pillar to post with the swimming pool fiasco.
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So here we are down at the Cult HQ. I got here two hours late. Now there’s only an hour left to go. My morning counterpart, Barbara, has hung around and spent the last hour chatting, which was nice.
The pool is crystal clear, thanks to the SPS&R guy. How long this will last remains to be seen. But at last the filter has been cleaned, so there’s a good chance the present repair will have some longevity.
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Long, LONG elaborate email from the power company, Salt River Project, going on about a plague of scams visiting their customers.
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Don’t know when I’ve ever been so tired. Up since 4 a.m., for unknown reasons. Then of course the fun junket across the crazy-making city.
Then couldn’t even sit down for lunch before the Pool Guy showed up.
It’s 103 degrees out there, with 21% humidity. Lovely, lovely day…
Thirty-five minutes to go…
Wow! I can see why you’re exhausted! And yes, heat does NOT help.
I had to use an inhaler to get through my last 3 work shifts. Heat/humidity has always kicked my @ss, even before I developed asthma. Restaurant a/c is mostly broken. Only the banquet room is cool. No hint of when it’s going to be fixed. Of course, I have to work Monday, when everybody and their brother is going to want BBQ. At least I’ll be making time-and-a-half.
Wow! How are they managing to get customers to come in? So the only room they can serve people in is the banquet room? Yipes!
Hope you collect lots of tips on Monday, too!!!
Most of our customers get take-out. I’m surprised that quite a few people still ate in our dining rooms, but apparently it wasn’t too bad for them. I mean, they were off the clock, unlike us.
If you haven’t reserved the Banquet Room, you don’t eat in that room. Big no-no.
As for tips, they’ve been very good lately. In spite of the recession and everything.
Yeah…well, it’s probably not too uncomfortable for them because they’re not heaving around. You get a lot of people coming in on the 4th?
Unclear how much celebrating will be going on in these parts. Some church friends who live in a high-rise that towers over the country club and looks out over the ENTIRE east valley usually have a Fourth of July shindig with a spectacular fireworks show. But from what I can see at the CC’s website, it doesn’t look like they’re planning to do it this year. That’s too bad, because it really is a high point of the summer. I decided to abstain from the party, mostly because the Disease is resurging here and I really, really don’t wanna get that thing. (Again, if i’m right that i had it in 2019…)
I expect decent customers are tipping generously, knowing what this plague has been doing to working stiffs.