Just Call Me Grumpy
The week was pretty good, really. Sunday night we went with Adam and Sam to
the company holiday party. Adam won the
BIG gift of the evening-50” Visio TV.
Steve won a new drill-he now wants to know where I’ll allow him to
practice drilling holes into what walls.
Just so you know, not happening. One of his co-workers did suggest
sarcastically that we re-think replacing the safe that was pulled out of the
wall, that way he could drill holes and bolt another one into the same spot.
That is not happening either-it didn’t do us a bit of good
the first time.
By the end of the evening I realized 2 things: One is that even with my PT working miracles
on my sciatic nerve on Friday morning, if I wear my 1-1/2” chunky 10 year old
pumps and stand up on them for over an hour, that few moments of less pain goes
By the time we left, I found myself waiting for our car in
bare feet and wishing it was already 8 a.m. and that I was back at PT.
The other thing is that a 50” TV does NOT fit in the back of
my sedan. Poor Adam and Sam had to hold
the box in front of them for the 45 minute trip home.
If you looked at the photos, you’ll know that Steve played
Santa (very well, despite the groans at his puns) and that we looked pretty
good for a couple closer to 60 than ever before!
Monday and Tuesday were filled with PT, taking the boys to
art class, getting a haircut, having lunch with Sarah, getting our security
screens checked out (one was a bit “cock-eyed”) and Steve leaving to visit the
Nadel side of the family that resides in Santa Rosa.
However, the “grumpy” event has to do with a visit to our lab
for my normal 6 week blood work.
Every time I go there seems to be a shortage of techs, a
full room and the worst part: The 2
techs that are there seem to think that for every patient they see that they
deserve a 10 minute break to crab about how much work they have to do!
Even those who made appointments were joining those of us
“walk-ins” at making faces over how long we were sitting there! The woman next to me said she made an
appointment two weeks prior, got there 20 minutes early and had been sitting
there 20 minutes after the appointment time!
Another gentleman looked at me and said, “I’m telling them
I’m going to get some coffee at Starbucks and will be back.”
I came prepared with my latest JoAnne Fluke mystery. My smartphone couldn’t get a signal in there,
so I was glad that I grabbed it as I turned on the alarm system and left the
After an hour and 10 minutes a tech called me back, drew my
blood and then handed me a paper asking me to “rate” my experience.
They do this every time.
Every time I come home, log on and rate them. No one ever calls to apologize, nothing
changes and I always wish I could go somewhere (anywhere) else to get this
It’s like I say to Steve when he’s made me watch a really
bad movie and then wants to know if I like it:
No, no I didn’t-there’s time off my life that I will never get back.