Thursday, November 15, 2018


This week was all about the doctors. I had an appointment with the retina specialist Tuesday. This involves dilation of the eye. Not a difficult thing but you are sent to a darkened room with an assortment of other people. Of course, we are all pretty old. Sigh. Sitting there waiting, there are old magazines, but the room is dark and you can't see anyway. The TV is going with some mid afternoon gossip show, um ok, I really don't feel too sorry for people who live in Malibu in 4.5 million dollar homes who got burnt out. Sorry, really don't care, go collect your insurance and drive up the rates for people who live in normal size houses.

Just when you think it can't get worse, there is breaking news, active shooter on a hospital site! Yikes. The local TV station is right on the scene reporting the "news". All of it rumor but they keep stating it over and over, then they show the view out their helicopter, scenery buzzing by the landing part of the copter, um, yeh, that's informative, back to more rumors, a sketchy map of the hospital, view of 20 cop cars in front the hospital, a woman whose "baby" is in the ER (her baby was her 19 year grandson who was in some kind of altercation and need stitches). A patient has barricaded herself in a room with another patient and a nurse, so scared her first thought was to call the local TV station. OK, well, I needed to hear that. Oh yes she sent a picture of a hospital bed against the door, personally, how lucky was she to have a nurse there, most of the time you are waiting an hour for a bedpan (just saying). 45 minutes later, this is still going on and I'm figuring the dilation will have worn off before the doc sees me. All this time the TV people are repeating all the rumors, finally I see the doc, which takes another half hour of fooling around because he is overbooked. Finally I get the eye resolved and we leave. The whole story was a hoax. What a job, talking for over an hour about nothing! They will probably get some award for their reporting.

Wednesday I went to the wound care doc, foot is mending well, culture come back that I have a flu bacteria in my foot, um, ok. Nothing to do about that, keep changing the bandage, stay off it, see you next week. Out the door in less than 20 minutes.

Today it is raining, sleeting, just being plain miserable. At least I can turn on the sewing machine and amuse myself. I'm free! Not trapped in the hell hole of a waiting room. Thank God!

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