Ever have one of those “they hurrier I go the behinder I get” days. Well I had one today.
Got up at the crack of early this morning and made coffee while hacking and gagging. Poured down a couple of cups while the wife and heath slept in a bit. Finally woke them up at 8 and finished up my email and forums. Then I walked out to the kitchen for another cup. My wife (knowing we had a long busy day ahead) had decided to leisurely put together a roast for dinner tonight. Got her hurried up. Had a doc appointment this afternoon so I jumped through the shower while she got herself and Heath ready to go.
Dried, dressed and dang tired from not sleeping all night while I was coughing, hat majestically perched on my head, I hit the front yard running. Hooked up the trailer, loaded the ramps, strapped everythign down, got Heath and Steph on board then pointed the BlueOx toward Wingate, NC by 10am.
Stopped for fuel then hit the interstate for an hour and a half of playing dodge the moron on the interstate. There were a few times I was tempted to not dodge them.
At 1130 we landed at a house that was populated by the offspring of the Village People. I looked a bit out of place with my hat, pistol and big knife while they all ran around in tie dyed shirts and peace emblems. The gal said something was in the trunk of the car that she wanted out, but she didn't have a key. So I broke out the universal trunk key – monster straight screwdriver and big hammer. She retrieved all her stuff then I hooked the front of her Olds to the back of the trailer and drug it out in the road.
I stayed with the car while Steph took the BlueOX and trailer down a long hill and dropped the ramps. Then I began the long slow roll down to let gravity load me up. I didn't think it was going to work because the car barely gained any speed till the last 50 feet then it shot up the ramps and we restrained it properly,
paid the Village Person's daughter, and headed back through Charlotte traffic.
On the way in I was lured off the highway by the siren song of the China Buffet in Stallings. If you ever go through make sure you stop and eat. It is worth the detour.
Had to preform a bit of baby maintainence.
Heath had chicken nuggets
Then I told him they were baby dinosaurs
He did test out my hat to see if it made him any smarter
I think it did.
At 255 we walked in the front door of the doctors office, only to be told that I no longer had insurance. I told her I did, that nothing had changed since last time I was there. I had an old card that got run through the washer and was a bit hard to read. It had my SSN on it and she wrote it down and went to the back.
After a few minutes she came back and said it would not pull up on her computer (thank you Obamacare for screwing up all the doctors computers) then she asked if that was my number on the paper and proceeded to read it loud enough to every criminal in a 50 mile radius to hear. I stopped her and said nicely yes that is my number. She started to read it out loud again. I again politely stopped her and said that it was my number. A third time she started to read it out loud and I said in a very loud and slightly irritated voice, "DO NOT YELL MY NYMBER OUT LOUD. I HAVE TOLD YOU 3 TIMES THAT IS WAS CORRECT I KNOW MY NUMBER AND I CAN READ AND I DON'T WANT YOU YELLING MY NUMBER OUT TO THE WHOLE WORLD”
She got mad.
After storming back to a different office she came out and said that she was entering my name incorrectly. I wanted to slap her.
Finally doc told me that I was going to live for another day at least. As predicted I weigh too much, blood pressure is too high, cholesterol is too high and then he told me I have bronchitis – but that I had waited so long to come in that it was almost gone. LOL
Then I made a quick run by Harbor Freight to snag a sawzall since all the magic smoke leaked out of mine.
Now I am home eating the roast Steph put together this morning. I am glad she did it now, but boy did it put a crimp in my plans. I would have been gone 30 minutes earlier this morning if not for that.