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OH, WHAT I COULD ACCOMPLISH IF THE UNIVERSE WOULD STOP LAUGHING: VET AND VISIT
BY: PATTY L. FLETCHER
MARCH 24, 2021
I make plans, and the Universe laughs.
My day began at just after 5 AM and I did indeed hit the floor running. The plan was to go over to my doctor’s office, have the TB test I had done Monday read, pick up the medical forms the doctor had filled out which would complete the application process for The Seeing Eye, run back, snatch up the cat, meet a friend and take him to the vet for his asthma treatment.
The first thing to go awry was that I’d somehow forgotten to schedule a van to go out to the doctor’s office, so not thinking it was a big deal, I called the doctor’s office and simply requested to reschedule for tomorrow morning. Since the girl at the appointment desk took the appointment with no comment, I figured all was well and continued along my way.
Later in the morning, after playing an unwanted rousing game of hide-and-seek with Prince Edward, who at that moment was being anything but princely, I captured him and off to the vet Christy and I flew.
Thinking we’d been in and out in a flash, I figured I’d be back home and at my computer by 12:30 at the latest I gave no thought to scheduling any posts ahead of time on social media or my blog.
Once again, humph!
At the vet, it was decided, Eddy needed a chest X-ray to determine the severity of his asthma. We also decided a bit more lab work was in order as well and before I knew it the time had flown passed noon and was heading toward 1:00.
While I was in the examination room holding a frightened Eddy, who, after the vet did her thing had crawled into my arms and hid his face in my hair, the phone rang. Having my arms full of a fearful kitty, I let it go onto voice mail and since I very seldom get phone calls, thought no more about it.
When finally, we returned home, I looked at my missed call list and saw I’d missed a call from my doctor’s office. Figuring the front desk hadn’t told the nurses what was what about my missing today’s appointment, I started to forget it and move on but then, I noted they’d left a message and so decided I’d best see what was up.
Lo and behold, from yonder voicemail broke a message stating that they would, with my permission send a medical caseworker to my home to read my tB test and drop off my paperwork if I would but call and OK it. Thinking this was above and beyond the call of duty when I could easily come the next day, I returned their call with the intent of telling them it wasn’t necessary to go to that trouble. But, once again… Humph!
When I called it turned out the reason, they wanted to do this kind thing was because if I didn’t get the TB test read today, it would need repeated, and they didn’t want me to have to go through that again if I didn’t have to. So, today, at 3 the caseworker will be here and so rather than sit and do work on the computer this afternoon, I must scurry round and straighten the house a bit. The litterbox needs cleaned, the floor needs a swipe or two with the vacuum and the clothes living atop my dryer need to move somewhere else, you know? Like, where they really belong.
Oh! The curse of the weary writer! Some people say, creative people have no time to be bothered with such things as housework, and to an extent this is so, I do tend to leave what can be left for another day whenever possible, but today, I must put away my writer’s and Marketing Muses and wax domestic.
For now, this is Prince Edward who is napping in the floor of the closet and Patty who wishes she were napping in her dilapidated but comfy recliner saying…
HUMPH! No rest for the wicked and the righteous don’t need any, may harmony find you and blessid be.
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