I have been getting slammed by telemarketers asking to speak with me about consolidating my school loans or something like that which makes me laugh because there aren’t any to discuss.
Finally answered one of the 17 calls per day and told the fine fellow I was interested in talking about his offerings if he was interested in learning more about me.
He agreed and so I told him I was the world famous writer of country songs and one of my most famous is Maybe She Don’t Love You No More followed by Paul From Parma The Pasty Faced Writer.
He said he knew the first but wasn’t sure about the second asked me to describe it.
I said it was about the partner who said you were really important to them but decided to ignore you for reasons you couldn’t fathom.
He laughed and said every man has some crazy bitch in their past or present. I went silent and he asked if he had offended me and I said very few could but those who can have a knack for setting me off.
“Well did I set you off?”
“No, I have to respect you for that.”
That pissed him off and he leveled a few curses and then hung up on me.
I was tempted to tell him he isn’t the first and won’t be the last to feel that way but there was dead air on the other end. Bet he wished he could have slammed the phone down on the hook and left me with a dial tone that turns into a busy signal.
When The Cardiologist Calls…Twice
My insurance provider and one of the medical groups I use are in the midst of renegotiating a contract so I have received several emails notifying me about possible changes and suggestions for what to do.
I like my PCP but am not so enamored that I worry about what would happen if I have to go elsewhere.
So I figured I’d wait and see how it all plays out especially since there is no guarantee a change will take place. It is not impossible but my provider isn’t a small organization so I figure there is incentive for a deal to be reached.
Yesterday I received not one but two calls from my cardiologist’s office regarding moving two tests to the coming week instead of leaving them in July.
Two things struck me here, the first is how strange it is to say that I have a cardiologist. I am not aware of any heart trouble and though there is some family history it still seems strange/
The second was two tests this week is going to mess with work a bit and that might cause my BP to spike and isn’t that just the thing the cardiologist doesn’t want to have happen.
Of course there was a moment yesterday when I was reminded that with the right combination of people and events I can feel like I am 25 and irritated.
That was a novel moment that I’d avoid experiencing again, no benefits to it other than reminding me that I am very much alive.
I don’t have a story associated with it about how I flew off the handle or did anything I regret so you don’t get any juicy tales to go with it.
But it did remind me of the time my father told me that he was certain under the right conditions my grandfather would be willing to take a swing at somebody.
Grandpa had to be at least 90 then, but who knows if that is relevant or meaningful.
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What I can tell you is these tests are supposed to be preventative in nature and are being done to determine if any issues exist.
If they do find something I’ll sit down with the doc and evaluate the results and figure out if it similar to your girlfriend telling you “we need to talk” or suggesting “we need to plan a fun trip somewhere.”
I can also tell you that when family asks what time you’ll be back they don’t appreciate your saying that as long as you don’t drop dead it should be about 90 minutes.
I don’t plan on dropping dead but hell life has never asked me if I liked to be given a warning before a big surprise so why would it start now.
And like some of the Wilner men said before me, “I don’t fear death but I hope it doesn’t hurt.”
Been One Hell Of A Week
I can’t remember how much I shared or didn’t share in this post here so I’ll write a little more and if you are interested you can read it there or find it elsewhere.
There were some conversations that were intense and maybe a bit heated but the people involved said they were ok with speaking off the record and so we went on.
I reminded them to bear in mind who I am and that I can be a freight train that barrels down the tracks with the intent of doing more than just make it to the next station.
Don’t ask me to say, read, speak or do some things unless you have considered who I am. It is hard to pin me down and to get me to agree to some stuff.
But if I do I will be determined, tenacious and aggressive. I will keep moving forward and pivot as needed but always with that particular objective in mind.
I know this room and I’ve walked this floor
You see I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
But listen love, love is not some kind of victory march, no
It’s a cold and it’s a broken HallelujahHallelujah- Leonard Cohen
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