A large eagle glided silently over my path as I crossed the
bridge, spanning the Arkansas River near Jenks, Oklahoma. It was going to be a
good day.
On the third day of August 2017, I rolled out of bed with a different
agenda in mind. I had unfinished business. The email I’d received the previous
day was sent as a reminder, but I had not forgotten. I was, in fact, looking
forward to it.
I backed the BMW from the garage and set a course for
Woodward, Oklahoma, not the office as usual. The decision was neither spontaneous
nor poorly thought out, though somewhere west of Enid I began to question the
integrity of the satellite feeding information to my phone. I halfway expected the
face of Rod Serling to appear in my rearview mirror. A signpost just ahead came
into view.
Thankfully, the signpost made no mention of the Twilight
Zone but indicated instead that Woodward was eighteen miles away. A few months
earlier, the Woodward Library System had contacted me and asked me to be a part
of their Summer Adult reading program. I am happy that I accepted the request,
and thankful that I was able to make the trip. I truly hope all of the
wonderful people, who attended the event, enjoyed the experience as much as I
did.
Okay, let’s try this again:
About a month ago, I was sitting in a hospital lab, waiting
to get… well, you know, stabbed or jabbed in one way or the other. I’ve been
doing way too much of that lately.
Thankfully it has been on an outpatient basis. Anyway, I’d showed up two
days earlier, like the endocrinologist had instructed me to do, only to be sent
home, after having fasted – that means skipping midnight snacks, breakfast, and
coffee – to return a few days later. It seems the doctor had requested the
test, but had not scheduled it.
Am I missing something here? If a doctor requests a test be
done on a certain day, isn’t that technically the same as scheduling it? And I
used to think the accounting profession was convoluted.
To cut to the chase, while I was sitting in the waiting
room, a young lady dressed in hospital attire came into the room, dragged up a
chair, and sat beside the other young lady, who was already behind the desk and
also dressed for the occasion. The young lady, who had already been behind the
desk, acknowledged the presence of the later arrival with a curt nod, but for a
few minutes, neither of them spoke, neither to me nor to each other. Yeah I’m
liking neither, nor today. To compound the puzzle, the second young lady did
absolutely nothing constructive or otherwise that I could ascertain, but simply
sat there, perhaps conducting mind over matter exercises. The silence was
finally broken when the later arrival began to complain about her hours.
From the conversation that I could not help but overhear, I
determined that the second young lady was there as some sort of disciplinary
action. I didn’t pick up on what she might have done to earn the detainment,
but what cruel form of punishment would give you a twenty minute break from
work while still being paid for it?
It gets worse. Her complaining amounted to protests for
having had to take off an extra half hour for lunch due to her working a half hour overtime. I’m no Einstein but,
relatively speaking, a negative half hour coupled with a positive one equals
zero. And I’d be willing to bet she was paid for the overtime. No wonder the
cost of medical care is soaring at a rate nearing the speed of light.
Please check out my writing at the link below:
Twisted Perception is now out in audiobook. Please click the
link below:
I want to thank everyone who signed up for my Reader List. I
hope you enjoy the newsletters and special mailings. If you know of someone who
might be interested, please forward this newsletter to them. We give away
prizes on occasion, so stay tuned. Signing up is easy – just email your request
to:
On the right side of any webpage, you will find a notation
that reads: Sign Up For Bob’s Newsletter. Put your email address in the box and
hit subscribe. You will automatically be entered into a monthly contest to win
free books.
I also give programs for writing clubs, reading groups, or
any group that’s interested. If you belong to a club that needs a program
speaker, keep me in mind.
You have permission to reprint, forward, or use the contents
of this newsletter in your newsletter, blog, or e-zine. The only requirement is
the inclusion of the following footer:
This article was written by Bob Avey, author of Twisted
Perception, Beneath a Buried House, and Footprints of a Dancer. http://www.bobavey.com
