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So here I am, having gotten up three hours early for the third time in nine days…and I am so fucking sick of it. I’m tired of being so tired, all the time. Okay, that’s off my chest, whine over.<\/p>\n
This is the last early day that I’m aware of, anyway. Today the workers from Bathfitters are here, doing the bath enclosure. I took a “before” video of the bathroom last night and it actually came out quite well. I’m learning how to edit videos now! (Next: book trailers!) Bathfitters finishes in just one day, and then I give them a humungous check.<\/p>\n
Tuesday I went down for the extra mammogram film. The sun was just coming up when I left the house. Fortunately, the commuter traffic and school buses were less than I expected–although North Leominster at the junction of Rte 2 and 13 is bad enough without both<\/u> ongoing bridge reconstruction and<\/u> some kind of utility work digging up half the road. As I was the first appointment for the day, I got my film taken right away. Then, I was supposed to wait for Dr. M to check the film.<\/p>\n
I was sitting in the little waiting area they call “the mammography education room” (possibly because the “waiting room,” technically, is the suite lobby out front). I could hear almost every word that was spoken by nurses, patients, and technicians from the nurses’s desk out front to where I was. The suite was very quiet, but it was still remarkable. While it’s nice to know that at age 51, with tinnitus, my hearing is still that good, I have to wonder about patient confidentiality. I heard one patient explaining all about having no insurance, for instance.<\/p>\n
I also heard the nurse tell the technician that Dr. M had just called and said he “had just woken up.” Then the technician came in to say that Dr. M “was running late” and I could wait or leave a phone number. I decided to wait. Dr. M must have hit the floor running, because he arrived fairly soon afterwards, and within about 2 minutes the technician came in again, all cheery, saying everything was fine and “see you next year.”<\/p>\n
Whew. What an annoying ado about nothing. I’m going to remind them of this next time–make sure they get a good shot of that “posterior tissue” on the right side. This bullshit about having to wait for a call, make another appointment and go all the way down there a second time is a pain in the ass, never mind the stress of wondering if there’s something serious to worry about. And why waste both<\/u> of our time, Fallon’s and mine?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-316","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/316"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=316"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/316\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=316"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=316"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vyrdolak.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=316"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}