I Am Not A Plodding Mule

I was set to have a radiation “simulation” Monday, but in thinking about it further, I decided to take my plodding mule butt back to the phone. [See More Notes To Self if you have no idea what I am talking about.]

“Yes, this is Marie de Haan and I’d like to cancel my appointment for the 8th. I haven’t decided that I’m even going to do radiation, so that’s what I’d like to do, please.”

“I’ll shove the appointment back a week,” the nurse answered.

“No, I really just need to cancel. Like I’ve explained, I haven’t decided that I’m going to do radiation. I will call you if I do decide to go that route,” I replied, sweet as pie.

What I really wanted to say was, “I was strong-armed into keeping that last appointment, lady, against my better judgment and I’m still waiting for the bill you’re going to send me for that one. I am not a plodding mule. Do you hear me? I am not a plodding mule.”

Next, I would have had the ambulance at my front door so they could cart me off to the looney-bin. It’s probably a good thing that occasionally, I do keep things to myself.

 

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