Two days ago, I received this email from my dear friend Barbara (most recently appearing in this here post):
Sounds like it might be time to return the bitching bongos to you. They’ve gotten me through some frustrations… I could bring them by on my way home mid-afternoon, if Michael is going to be home.
So, this is what I found after I got home from work last night:
Now I can start bitching again, with some healing music.
Here’s what I’d like to bitch about, right now:
- For the second time in my life, I need to have my least favorite cardiac test ever, on Friday (in two days).
- My favorite cardiologist in the whole world, Dr. Deeb Salem, asked me to come in an HOUR EARLIER than our scheduled appointment today, so I’m wondering what the *&#@!!$% THAT means.
- Yesterday, at work, we got news that somebody had shot and wounded a cardiac surgeon in a hospital very close to where I work.
- Just now, I checked the news to find out that this doctor, probably so similar to doctors I’ve worked with my entire life, has died.
I don’t even know how to make sense of all these things right now, my dear readers.
Feel free to bitch about anything you choose, in the comments below.
I leave this post silent, in respect for the loss of life.
Thanks to Barbara and all those I love. And thanks to you for your visit here today.