late for the dance
Recently i employed a new scheduling method: instead of a ton of reminders i just use the calendar to visualise the tasks and appointments.
And promptly arrived late at an examination. I assumed i had plenty of time after dropping Kirby off at school and took a leisurely stroll, arriving 45 minutes earlier than the wrong time i had in my calendar. The Doctor who examined me seemed -- rightly so -- pissed off, yet relaxed with time. He told me it was weirdly nice to see someone who's in need to gain weight instead of loosing it.
His assessment was, sadly, what i anticipated: Make time to relax. I'll tell my watch.
Let's see what the psychiatric evaluation will find out.
Kirby was due to get a flu shot, but the nasty cough he carried with him for a week now made his Doctor preferring to give him the vaccine the classical way instead of a nasal spray. Kirby was pissed off. I asked him if he'd accept getting vaccinated by syringe if we'd go out for a Lego set afterwards, which he declined. We agreed on a three day course of antibiotics and see how that works out next week. The Doctor was worried, Kirby might have a case of pertussis -- whooping cough --, since all the free people out there grant their children the right to suffer and/or die from sicknesses we had tamed with vaccination, herd immunity becomes and ever smaller safety net. What will we have next? Airplane pilots refusing to wear their glasses -- given they are permitted to operate one with compromised eyesight to begin with.
Later Kirby had the usual dance around the antibiotics. To which i could relate, it already smelled awful.
Holographic memory, or whatever is in the tech pipeline, can't come soon enough to consumer grade levels. I miss the days when cloning a harddisk took an afternoon and not two days to shuffle 18 terabytes around.