Failure of the Day: Former Life Tourism
I had my first experience with Kaiser today, and I have to say, I am well pleased. The facility is nice and the internist I chose was a real trooper. She managed to keep the smile on her face even as it began to dawn on her what she was in for with me. The look of wild panic that most doctors get in their eyes at around two-thirds of the way through taking my medical history was nicely disguised, and she helped me schedule all the other appointments I would need for my various annual checkups.
I was sadly unable to continue the tradition of only seeing doctors whose first name is James—Kaiser doesn’t have quite so large a list of practitioners as some of the other insurance companies I’ve had, and anyway, it was never that great an idea, especially vis-à-vis gynos. Instead I’m insisting that each doctor see me on a day that I specify, according to my convenience and per my schedule. I had three today and I’ll have four more on May 4. Oh yes, I line them up like Rockettes.
After the GP, I saw my new dentist, a nice enough guy who I chose because of all the choices offered by my dental plan, he had the nicest Web site. As with every other dentist I’ve ever had, he told me that my mouth is a black hole of death, and it’ll take $1,000 of work just to get it ready for the real work I need to have done. On the plus side, one can watch TV during one’s dental procedure at this place thanks to large monitors hovering over each chair. Oh well, as I always say: It’s the little things…especially when your mouth is full of blood.
Finally, I spent the remainder of my afternoon in the very pit of hell itself, the social security office. They insisted that I had some remaining business with them, and they’ve been pestering me about it for the last five years or so. I am happy to report that I finally was able to resolve it to our mutual satisfaction. Seeing as how even if the social security administration still exists in 25 years, I will certainly never retire, so I look forward to never having to deal with that loathsome, soul-annihilating place ever again.
Thus concluded my visit to the sights, sounds, and sensations of my life circa 1995. And not a moment too soon.
I was sadly unable to continue the tradition of only seeing doctors whose first name is James—Kaiser doesn’t have quite so large a list of practitioners as some of the other insurance companies I’ve had, and anyway, it was never that great an idea, especially vis-à-vis gynos. Instead I’m insisting that each doctor see me on a day that I specify, according to my convenience and per my schedule. I had three today and I’ll have four more on May 4. Oh yes, I line them up like Rockettes.
After the GP, I saw my new dentist, a nice enough guy who I chose because of all the choices offered by my dental plan, he had the nicest Web site. As with every other dentist I’ve ever had, he told me that my mouth is a black hole of death, and it’ll take $1,000 of work just to get it ready for the real work I need to have done. On the plus side, one can watch TV during one’s dental procedure at this place thanks to large monitors hovering over each chair. Oh well, as I always say: It’s the little things…especially when your mouth is full of blood.
Finally, I spent the remainder of my afternoon in the very pit of hell itself, the social security office. They insisted that I had some remaining business with them, and they’ve been pestering me about it for the last five years or so. I am happy to report that I finally was able to resolve it to our mutual satisfaction. Seeing as how even if the social security administration still exists in 25 years, I will certainly never retire, so I look forward to never having to deal with that loathsome, soul-annihilating place ever again.
Thus concluded my visit to the sights, sounds, and sensations of my life circa 1995. And not a moment too soon.
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