Venus Opposed to Chiron
I'm paying way too much attention to the war.
I'm not really. It's an excuse for not doing anything other than futz around holding on to the furniture as I go, trying to make an international phone call via tracfone, trying to get an appointment at the hospital, trying this, trying that, doing nothing.
I saw this as a comment on Trump's falling asleep all the time and wish I'd posted it.
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Venus Opposed to Chiron:
I've been trying to make an appointment for a consult with a surgeon about my upcoming hip replacement for two days. I've had the referral from my primary care doctor (female) since last Monday, but I'm in no rush about this stuff so I hadn't called.
When my knee (also due for a replacement) really hurt yesterday I called the number her office gave me , got a busy signal, called again, got a busy signal, repeat repeat. (American translation: I was in severe pain all day yesterday. )
This morning, after a night of trying to sleep with my right leg on a pillow and a cat insisting on doing it too and my knee STILL hurting, my grown up brain told me to call the hospital switchboard to make my appointment and lo and behold, there's a dedicated line for Radiology Scheduling, just not at the number I was given, and I now have an appointment with the surgeon on March 30th. Not exactly the time I had in mind, but it's my fault, mea culpa, Saturn's in the kitchen and if I wanted an earlier appointment then I should have called the hospital the day after I got the referral. So there.
Become the transit or suffer the transit.

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