After All

My aching body. After finding out that the appointment is tomorrow, I came home, ate lunch, and sacked out on the couch. Slept for three hours, still didn't feel right until about seven o'clock this evening when my brain apparently came back online.

In the mail was a form from my medical insurance carrier seeking opinion on one of my doctors, the one who took off with no notice to write a book. Didn't find out she was gone until a call to the office redirected me to another doctor's receptionist. Not back till January. This survey was filled out with all the sturm and drang one could accomplish by scribbling in ovals. I did put notes in the margins, even though the paper will most likely be read by a scanner.

One question was phrased "Did the physician answer me questions." I wrote "Arr. She be sailing the high seas." I will take every opportunity to talk like a pirate, the annual holiday of which is coming up in September. This physician be a scourge to the profession. Actually, she just had a fabulous article written on her practice and how she particularly works with women's issues. Color photographs, three pages, local high-falutin' magazine. My fat fanny. I think her ego overgrew, and now she is writing her life story. The woman is in her forties, I believe. What kind of a life story is that? Of course, I am grousing. It's my job.

I never realize when I am being treated badly by a figure in authority, for in such areas I question my own judgment. It takes a while for reality to set in. Now that I figure there is no way in hell she can find out who filled out the survey, I let her have it, filling in the "Fair" oval over and over again. Take that, and that, and that. I'm still vibrating from the assertiveness.

It's after nine, and guess who isn't sleepy. Again, I have to get up and be in the outlands by 8:30 to be flipped and flopped like a pancake on a cold metal table as the invisible death ray investigates my spine, which perhaps, has just gotten a little thicker. You all sleep well. If I filled out surveys for you, you would all get the "Excellent" oval filled in. Arrr.