The coincidence coordinators decided last week that it’s still early times for figuring out what the Veterans Administration Medical Drama Department has in store. Spang shut down their offices mid-week, filled up their voice mail boxes to overflowing before I developed the good sense to bow to the inevitable.
The cats appear to be indifferent to the challenges. Whatever the hell it was caused me to decide I needed to sign up to see a VA medical person will have to get in line behind an ice-melt. Evidently it had nothing at all to do with blood oxygen, anyway.
The cats are laughing their asses off at me about the whole thing.