CAR IS STEAMING AND I AM FUMING

     Little by little life normalized. Roberta seems to be in comparatively good health. Her wound bothers her a little, but only superficially.
 An advice nurse strongly suggested that I take Roberta to her Primary Physician. She even called Dr. Massen's office and insisted that they give us an appointment. A nurse called me back and said, we can come, as she put it: "Tomorrow (Friday), at 11."
   That evening Sonny and Serina went shopping. I hate it, when the phone rings, while the kids are out. Many times it means trouble!
     Their car stalled. After a while it turned on again, but on a hill near the house it began to shudder, and by the time they came home, smoke (or steam) billowed from under the hood.
     Which meant, another trip to the "car ER" for me!
     It also meant, I'd have to do some creative thinking in order to allow Taka to go to work and us being able to go to Roberta's and my appointments - all with one vehicle!
     Sonny drove Taka to work the next morning. I called the tow truck and followed it and my little Honda to the garage. Fortunately, I was free in time to get home, get Roberta dressed and for her to take a few sips of coffee before we left to the doctor's office.
     We made it on time, but after waiting for about 50 minutes (!) a nurse came out and said, the appointment was for next Friday!

     The advice nurse got us that time slot in the doctor's schedule, because Roberta hit her head in a fall, and you never know with this type of injury, if there would be nasty consequences. What sense does it make to make her appointment for a week later? Besides, she is 82 years old and had to sit in their highly uncomfortable chairs for almost an hour before someone deigned to tell her that, she was wasting her time!

Dr. Massen and his office workers

      I like Dr. Massen. I think, he is a good diagnostician and has the charisma necessary to help people. But his office workers! They misplace information, delay doing their duties toward patients and always have some feeble excuse, like: "We are very busy this morning" or "I know, I was supposed to call to a specialist for you, but I went on vacation!"
     Dr. Massen had to leave and couldn't see Roberta. We left (I - fuming!).