Bad day. No amount of bad days ever prepares me for the next one.
At Paul’s advice, I tried calling the doctor, yet again. No luck. Three calls later, I’d gotten nowhere but being put on hold for several minutes, and transferred to nowhere twice. The temptation here is to think this is a conspiracy. “If we keep ignoring her, maybe she’ll kill herself! Then we can stop paying those damn Social Security payments!”
At least, I hope it’s only a temptation, and not some new psychic insight. That’s probably a temptation, too.