Timmy Leaves (again)

It's been documented here that I have a propensity to do the Irish goodbye at gatherings in leaving early and not telling anyone to avoid the "you can't leave!!!!" call outs. There is more to it as I have come to the realization that it also applies to doctor visits, with justification.

Rewind about 10 years ago when I was getting some extra dental work done by a recommendation from my regular dentist. The surgeon was well respected according to my dentist but little did she know that said dentist overbooked his clients so everyone had to wait a little (lot) longer in the waiting room and/or the second waiting room. I went through the charade one time in waiting about 30 minutes for the dentist to arrive but fool me once, shame on you but you won't fool me again as I walked out the second time this occurred (DISCLAIMER: it wasn't a complete Irish goodbye as I gave my two cents to the front desk as I was leaving), reported back to my original dentist and never went back to him again. 

Fast forward to this past week when I had my hip replacement follow-up. I knew the process in having the other hip completed last year so I knew what to expect. An x-ray, a "how you doing?" and call me if there is any issues and I would be out of there in 15 minutes. Fifteen minutes came and went, then 30, then I told the nurse I had to leave and left. I got a call later from the doctor giving me a review of my x-ray and an apology. I should I have used the "it's not you, it's me" but it's kind of both as it's kind of sad that doctors have to overbook in order to meet the demand; and kind of sad that I have no patience.

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Sunday Paper

A small dip into the way back machine today. "I'm getting too old for this" reason #143, I miss the Sunday paper; the pre-Internet version. The one that could also be used as a door stop in a hurricane it was so big. I was like a Pavlovian dog back in high school hearing that paper delivery person drive by early on Sunday morning. I could be in a cold sleep and pop up to hurry down and grab the paper before my dad claimed dibs. We sometimes would literally have a full out 40 yard sprint to the box to grab it. Being the awesome dad that he was, he usually let me have the sports section first as that was all I wanted anyway. The sports section was a novel itself with every aspect of the high school/college/pro athletic world having it's own couple of pages.  What amazed the hell out of me was there were never any grammatical/typo errors that we see today in the "news now" world we live in. 

"hou" sounds right...

I took a journalism class in college and they did a mock press conference where you had four hours (two hours?) to turn in your paper/story of what occurred. This was the pre-laptop/spell check era where 90% of the students were using typewriters. I must have read and re-read my final copy a hundred times but was too stupid to have a second person look it over. Needless to say, the paper I thought was spotless in terms of errors had so much red ink on it when I got it back from the teacher (I hated the 'professor' label), you would think they had to get a second pen as the first one ran out of ink.

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