When You Make Me An APPOINTMENT For A Specific Time, I EXPECT To Be In My Appointment At That Specific Time. That’s Why It’s An APPOINTMENT And Not A Walk-In.

Had the appointment with my Cardiologist yesterday. Hegerwald. Walked away from that one pissed.
Busted my ass in traffic to get to the appointment by 1415 (would have made it except for getting stuck behind the logging truck that refused to go over 15 mph UNDER the speed limit so I arrived at 1418) for a 1430 appointment. Checked in then wait, wait, wait, wait, finally got in to about 1445. Still almost 20 minutes earlier than how long I waited the last time.
Assistant takes me in to the exam room and takes my vitals. That’s 2 minutes. She leaves and in less than 30 seconds the Doc comes in. Great!
Pleasantries. Pleasantries. Reading the results from my last series of tests done last January he’s holding in his hands. Heart action fine. Heart strength fine. Everything looks good; any questions?
Yeah, why does my heart occasionally feels like it fibrillating and speed up for a few seconds?
Oh, that can happen and is really nothing to worry about. Any chest pains?
Only when I over exert myself.
Really? When was your last chemical stress test?
(Pointing to his hands holding the results from my last stress test) Last January.
Oh. Well. You’re heart is good. Make an appointment with me in 6 months.
Wait. That’s it? You could have told me this over the phone.
OH, I like face-to-face to answer any questions or concerns.
Really? Well, Doc, I enjoy busting my ass in traffic on a 2-hour 80 mile round trip when we could have called or zoomed test results that I should have had last January. Especially since it’s good news.
He left. I left. Nine minutes total in the exam room.
It will be a cold day in Hell before I make another appointment with that office.
Watching Ian approach Florida. Hope it all works out for y’all.

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Have You Ever Had These Random Weird Thoughts About Past Acquaintances?

Like, I’m sitting here, minding my own business, when I suddenly wonder what ever happened to Tip & Doris (Tipton?)? The couple that had wife-swapping “parties” with my folks way back in the day. Harsh part of all that was that they stuck us kids off in one of the other bedrooms while they did it. (Literally I guess: Did It.) Which, I suppose, really was better than us sitting and watching. I still remember walking in on each of them a couple of times. Of course, at 8 years old I had only a vague idea of what was going on. Thanks goodness.

I know. Not posting much. Honestly, by the time I even remember that I need to post it’s past my bedtime. Or I shrug my shoulders and start another episode of NCIS New Orleans and then go to bed when it’s finished.

SWMBO’s friend and his family came over for a couple of days last week. The above picture is from setting off both triggers with the shotgun loaded with “double-ought” (?) buckshot. Figured I could handle it because I had shot buckshot before: Not remembering it was from a 20-guage shotgun instead of this behemoth SWMBO’s friend has. Slapped my arm pretty good.

Otherwise, one of my last shots from the 1911 .45 he has completely cut down the tree we had our target nailed to.

So that was fun. Good thing we’re not lacking in trees around here.
Otherwise, not a whole lot going on. Trying to get outside things done before “The Dark” sets in. Already sucks that it’s still dark at 0600 and that’s just going to get worse for awhile. Hate Winter.
SWMBO’s roses came in real nice. Freakin’ bush went crazy this year! So I planted 5 more for her. Bushes.
Took SWMBO to “Montezuma’s”(?) in the Kitsap Mall for date-day dinner yesterday. It got more spendy. The blond waitress (can we still call them that?) in the split-mini skirt looked especially wow (even better when sweeping under the table across from me (Not that I noticed!)), BUT, the food sucked. We’ll probably pass on them the next time we feel like “authentic” Mexican food. (I think we like El Sombrero’s best anyway. Don’t know why we try other places sometimes.)
Amazon wants me to buy an “echo dot” for only $.99. I’m already paranoid that my phone and my freakin’ TV are listening to me and they want me to buy another device that purposefully listens in. Like that’s going to happen.
I used to take my dick out and wave it to the NSA or whoever it is watching us from our TV, but the other folks in the TV Room at the home got upset.


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