A wind but sunny day here with temps supposedly going to the mid 40s. Am getting ready for work and finishing up some chores before leaving.
For the first time in my life, I burned the coffee / pot. I perk my coffee on the stove. I put it on this morning, poured my glass of OJ and proceeded to sit and go through my paperwork for income tax since I haven't filed yet. Time got away from me and all of a sudden I'm smelling smoke but it did smell like cigarette smoke. I didn't really think anything of it since the neighbors all smoke. But, it was the first time I could smell it in my place. All of a sudden I heard a pop from the kitchen and the light bulb in my head went off. Damn, the coffee in the pot all boiled out and the pot was burnt. I removed it, ran some cold water in it (it's stainless, not glass) and put it back on the stove to hopefully cook out some of the burnt. Then I had to scrub it good with a brillo pad. lol Round two turned out MUCH better! LOL
Fog feels claustrophobic, hope it burns off fast, Momala.
Trudy, Blah.😊
FS, burnt coffee stinks!
Happy Tuesday.
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I don't know, lily, this really didn't stink other than like smoke from cigarettes. The pot was bone dry and just flakes of burnt on the bottom. lol At least there were no flames involved. hahaha
How do you tell the receptionist at your doctor office that they really shouldn't be yelling across the waiting room asking questions about primary care providers and insurance without coming off as rude?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
How do you tell the receptionist at your doctor office that they really shouldn't be yelling across the waiting room asking questions about primary care providers and insurance without coming off as rude?
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Lily ~ Three and a half hours? What did they do - run every test imaginable? Glad you're home.
Nope.
An ekg and vitals.
Sat and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Went to the bathroom.
Waited some more.
Finally asked what was taking so long.
Doctor came in, asked me three questions, told me he was ordering tests, told me I could go.
Turns out they were training a new person, and she had mixed up numbers and charts and whatever.
But I've never been to this doctor that it didn't take at least 2 hours.
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Not so much ... I went to a clinic 2 days ago. Walk in, to a regular appointment clinic. There was a line up of appointments and walk ins at the desk when I arrived. Still, into a waiting room within 30 minutes. Dr. within another 10. Reviewed all the results of the tests I'd had done earlier in the month, created a new treatment plan and prescription regimen and I was out in under an hour.
And that is only that clinic. When I had an infection earlier in the month I went to a different walk-in. There was nobody there. Immediately into a room, immediate dr, immediate diagnosis and prescription with full conversation about the infection and the med, double check for interactions with what I was taking. In and out in under 15. Took longer to get the prescription filled than it was to get the prescription.
-- Edited by Tignanello on Wednesday 13th of March 2019 01:02:32 PM
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
