I was up late last night, so I almost didn’t get to call Dottie this morning. She ended up calling me right as I hung up from leaving her a message. She claimed that she had no idea who I was because she couldn’t understand my name. Uh-huh. I may speak softly, but my enunciation, especially of my name, doesn’t suck that much. And I know that I was crisp and precise about who I was & what I needed because I’m used to her excuses. Anyway, she said she’d fax them & they’d call me. That was right before lunch/noon. The physical therapy receptionist called me back after 2. My nosy mom had called them, right after Dottie called me, to let them know that Dottie had been stringing me along. She asked that they please not do the same. Whether it was her calling or the person there just being a person who actually does her job, I don’t know exactly. I do know that five minutes later I had an evaluation. To recap: It took ten days (seven if you take off the weekend) to get Dottie to send the fax. Within three hours of her latest promise to send it, the physical therapy department for the biggest hospital in the region was able to call me. Five minutes later, I had an appointment. Huntsville Hospital is obviously more efficient than Dottie. Now, I need to make some other appointments soon, specifically to my optometrist (need new glasses) & gynecologist (have to get a new one to clear the cobwebs out since I haven’t seen one in about four years). I also need to set up some sort of payment plan with my neurologist. Fun stuff, right? As for actual fun, I have a date scheduled for Saturday night. And now you may commence with the dying of total shock. Try not to die too loudly. It might disturb your kids or neighbors. So, yeah, that’s my todo list.