Yesterday was pretty dismal. There was a mixup about my dental appointment, and, though I can't bear to repeat myself again, suffice to say I ended up weeping on the phone, and they got me in after insisting I couldn't be seen this week. I've had it. I've made an appointment in May with a new dentist, and whatever was wrong with this guy, I give up figuring it out, because I lost my confidence in him. Actually, his technician is rude on the phone, and says too much, then he gets on and acts all nice. It seems to be a good cop/bad cop kind of thing. I just want to be treated couteously, and when something needs to be done quickly, have them make room for me. Maybe that kind of care doesn't exist any more. I notice all the dentists work only four days, and seem to not have a backup dentist for emergencies. Anyway, I have a filling, which I hope lasts until May.
The roof is done! They cleaned up well, but left a note on the front door saying they didn't put back all the heavy stuff outside because "they didn't remember where it belongs". I was inside the house, but they didn't ring the doorbell to ask me. How convenient. The light stuff was moved back. I can't lift these heavy pots, and when my husband comes home this evening, I don't even know if he and I can lift them together. I'm going to try this excuse at home: "Oh, I can't do the laundry because I don't remember where the washing machine is, oh, I can't vacuum, because I can't remember where I put it".
On a less dismal and cynical note, all is now quiet on the western front, and I again can hear the chirping of birds. Peace reigns.
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