My opthamologist wants me to have a test done because of unusual pressure behind my left eye.
So I phone up the socialized medical system hotline appointment set up lady and tell her what I need. And that the doc said I need to get the test done relatively soon.
“We have an opening on the 20th at 2 a.m,” she says in a blase, gravelly smoked too many cigarettes for too many years voice.
Like middle of the night 2 a.m.?
“Yeah. Or you can wait until October”
No. That’s cool. I kinda like that. Go out for the evening and then swing by the hospital for some tests. Like: Oh would you look at the time! 1:30. Must dash off to an appointment! Bill please!
Not that I’ll be out carousing at 1:30. But ambition is a good thing