I just wrote this entire post once already. When I went to publish it, I wound up logged into Story Empire instead of this site. Tried to copy it for pasting ease. Nope. I can only copy one paragraph. Thus, I have to rewrite the whole thing from scratch.

Therefore; Tuesday I got all showered up for my doctor’s appointment. Put on pants and everything. They called and cancelled. Turns out the GP cannot treat this malady in his office and I need a specialist. I may, or may not have resisted saying, “No shit Sherlock.” I asked for a referral on my initial phone contact but they insisted I had to come in. “Doctor will make the referral without you coming in.”

I waited until Friday, then followed up. I got the name of the specialist and called over there. They’ve never heard of me. Back to the GP who told me I needed to be patient. I should give it until at least the 23rd, but they assured me the referral was sent out. I mentioned that I called ten days previously, am in pain, and waited for the appointment they cancelled. Didn’t do me any good. I will wait until the 23rd, then try the whole thing again.

Research indicates that the medical community still uses fax machines. Paper goes in, magic may or may not happen, and we wonder if the specialist got anything at the far end. Silly me, I was thinking 30 seconds at a keyboard and done.

I am contemplating personal surgery using my old tomahawk. I saw Tommy do something similar on Landman. Maybe I should take the tomahawk with me to consult with the GP.

Wound up trying a new barber shop this week. The long wait turned out to be a good thing. I walked out with a decent haircut. Unlike the last guy who left me looking like I’d gone three rounds with a badger.

Frankie went supersonic with her toys this morning. Drinks were spilled and rugs had to be cleaned. My wife had a tantrum, purged dog toys, and admonished me about the kinds of toys to buy. This is actually a good thing because it contemplated me going to Zamzow’s feed store and buying more toys at all.

My daughter sent me a wonderful cake for Father’s Day.

Came in this cool wooden box. It’s a bit sticky but absolutely wonderful. Had a slice for breakfast this morning.

I think I’ll get slicked up and head for Zamzow’s. Frankie is pretty distraught over the big toy purge. Maybe she would like to go with me and we’ll make a morning of it.

How did your weeks go?