To kick off the day, the ether was flooded with a fusillade of typo-ridden tweets. The markets chorused in with another day long rout. Fox & Friends is now at the UN. Former Secretary of State Tillerson had less than kind things to say about our illiterate President, who in turn went full third-grader, calling Rex a dumb and lazy box of rocks. All of this was merely preamble to the witching hour. Tension within Individual 1 must have continued to build throughout the day. The first shoe to drop occurred in NYC, where long time fixer Cohen had the book thrown at him, with only “a modest downward variance” in sentencing guidance. This un-redacted document should provide plenty of grist for days yet to come. All this and still no word yet on Manafort, the other shoe. A judge has already said that this document will likely be held mainly secret, like Flynn’s.
“No, Thursday’s out. How about never—is never good for you?” This line is the caption on a famous New Yorker cartoon that shows a business man speaking on the telephone, but completely sums up my attitude towards telemarketing. I especially don’t appreciate calls looking to find me a job. Being the retired guy, I am exposed to these calls all day long now. They are maddening. I’ve just added my cell to the do not call list, but since the land line has been on this list for years, I don’t hold out much hope for any relief there. I’ve begun manually blocking individual numbers, but since most call centers employ hundreds of lines, I’m not very optimistic about this approach either. I am considering an App to block these calls, but have not found one without a monthly fee. Does anyone out there in cyber space have any recommendations? Akismet this WordPress blog’s spam blocker is the gold standard of what I would like to get, which is both free and highly effective.
In the Boston Science Center there are two giant screens. Each is suspended beneath one of the two walkways that connect the museum’s Red and Blue wings. On each screen is projected a series of vignettes. Primarily, they show various animals. Their point-of-view is similar to that of the observer. You look up at them. These seemingly huge creatures appear to be walking on a glass surface, high above your head, through which the movies are shot. Because of the walkway’s length, a slide transition is used to segue between scenes. The gigantic creatures slide in from the left and exit to the right, causing one to crane your head to track them.
Went to the doctor today for a checkup. He seemed distracted though. At the appointment’s end, he informed me that he had prescribed me a narcotic. Then he said that he had cancelled the prescription. He had tried to prescribe the drugs for another patient and thought that he was in that patient’s digital chart, but instead he was in my chart. He had to call the pharmacy to cancel the errant script.
This little mix-up in part explains why he was so late in seeing me today, but it doesn’t bode well for the future. He has been my doctor for thirty years. He is about my age or maybe a little younger. I can remember him when Obamacare first began to work its way into his office. He was not shy about making his displeasure with it known. One of its stipulations was the requirement to make all medical records digital. I can remember those appointments. Him hunched over the keyboard, paying more attention to his new robot overlord than me his long time patient. Now he has a medical technician interview me first and she does most of the heavy digital lifting and he is back to concentrating on his patients. It is human to error, but it takes a computer to really screw things up.
Before I was ushered into the little examining room, while I was still in the waiting room, some of the other patients were remarking on a display that announced the newest doctor who was joining the practice. They were surprised with how young he looked, like “right out of high school.” Like my dentist of similar longevity, who retired this year, I expect that my doctor will soon be gone too. Isn’t that just dandy. Just when you get to an age when you might really need a doctor, they up and retire on you.