Fucking Spokane Cardiology
This place fucked me today. I don't mean in the pleasant "Oh! I hit that bitch" way either. I mean in the burly man name Chet kind of a way.
Several weeks ago...
April 27. 8:30pm. Jedi Mind Tricks were playing at the Showbox in Seattle. The show fell in the middle of the week. That week also happened to be dead week. A little background might be appropriate for those non-collegiate folk in the audience: "dead week" is a reserved moment of reflection and remembrance for the hell that you just went through for fourteen weeks. Instructors honor this week by not assigning homework or tests in its duration. I've always been of the opinion that I don't want to remember said weeks, or anything that occured during them. As such, dead week doesn't hold much sanctity in my heart, and I usually end up skipping all my classes (the peanut gallery asks how this is different than any other week in my life...). Irregardless, it would be possible for me to head to the west-side for an evening and then back the same night to prepare for a speech scheduled for the following morning.
Then it struck me.
Palouse Medical P.S.
Samuel has an appointment with Doctor Harris on Wed April 27, 3:30pm.
Fucked.
So I missed a great opportunity, but I could deal with it. At least this stupid heart situation would be resolved, right?
Today...
Doctor Harris: "Well Sam, it turns out that Spokane hasn't sent a report on the data that you submitted to them two and a half weeks ago. But your liver ...[continues on trying desperatly to find something wrong with me that will make this visit worthwhile]... so, we'll just grab another blood sample, and get you scheduled for an Ultrasound (apparently I'm having a baby). Come back in a month and we'll have the data from Spokane."
So to further Spokane's incompetence I've missed out on going to Jedi Mind. Today sucked.
Several weeks ago...
April 27. 8:30pm. Jedi Mind Tricks were playing at the Showbox in Seattle. The show fell in the middle of the week. That week also happened to be dead week. A little background might be appropriate for those non-collegiate folk in the audience: "dead week" is a reserved moment of reflection and remembrance for the hell that you just went through for fourteen weeks. Instructors honor this week by not assigning homework or tests in its duration. I've always been of the opinion that I don't want to remember said weeks, or anything that occured during them. As such, dead week doesn't hold much sanctity in my heart, and I usually end up skipping all my classes (the peanut gallery asks how this is different than any other week in my life...). Irregardless, it would be possible for me to head to the west-side for an evening and then back the same night to prepare for a speech scheduled for the following morning.
Then it struck me.
Palouse Medical P.S.
Samuel has an appointment with Doctor Harris on Wed April 27, 3:30pm.
Fucked.
So I missed a great opportunity, but I could deal with it. At least this stupid heart situation would be resolved, right?
Today...
Doctor Harris: "Well Sam, it turns out that Spokane hasn't sent a report on the data that you submitted to them two and a half weeks ago. But your liver ...[continues on trying desperatly to find something wrong with me that will make this visit worthwhile]... so, we'll just grab another blood sample, and get you scheduled for an Ultrasound (apparently I'm having a baby). Come back in a month and we'll have the data from Spokane."
So to further Spokane's incompetence I've missed out on going to Jedi Mind. Today sucked.