I went to the doctor's office today. It was a two-for: I'm due for a physical next week and had to come in for blood work, plus I've been sick. Last week, I tried unsuccessfully to get them to call something in for this cough I've had for the last couple of weeks. I couldn't come in then because my wife's truck is being worked on, and we're down to sharing one vehicle. As it is, I had to rely on my ex-daughter-in-law to take my wife to work today so I could use the car.
So here I am at the doctor's office, and after being told I have bronchitis and being prescribed some really swell drugs, the nice lady doctor goes out and leaves me sitting there for about 20 minutes. Then she comes in and tells me, I'm finished and could go. I asked her about the blood work. "Oh," she said. "I'll get someone in here for you."
Yes, they had forgotten me. But all was not in vain. I, of course, had my trusty Kindle with me, and was able to finish
Talks To Teachers On Psychology; And To Students On Some Of Life's Ideals by William James while I was waiting. Sometimes these lectures were dry-going, abut at other moments they were very inspiring and noteworthy. He was an interesting fellow.
Also today, a few minutes ago, I also finished the
December 3 issue of Science News.
Life is good. (=cough=) (=hack=)