Well, my aunt’s doctor wants to see me–not that they make it easy for you to call him back and ask what it’s about, or when he will be there: I still haven’t found that out–so I guess it’s off to the hospital.
I hope this is not for the Obamacare “Death is really nice!” pep talk. I’m under enough pressure for the time being, and I don’t want to have to sit there and listen to anything like that.
And now it’s time for me to try again to return the doctor’s phone call and get some information. Last time they managed to transfer me here and there and everywhere until they finally connected me with someone who never heard of Dr. So-and-so.