Feeling a little melancholy this evening.
Most of my work day, I was calling patients to remind them about their cardiologist appointments. It's a fairly mind-numbing task, but I do get to talk to some interesting people, sometimes. Near the end of the day, I called a patient. A woman answered.
"Hi, may I speak with John please," I said.
Pause. "May I ask who's calling?"
"This is Marty calling from the cardiology office to remind John about his upcoming appointment."
Another pause. "My father died in March."
I have moments like this every week or so. It's terrible and can throw me into a pretty deep hole. I'm in a pretty deep hole right now.
Saint Marty needs a sunshiny morning.
Thought for a Sunshiny Morning
by: Dorothy Parker
It costs me never a stab nor squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
"Aha, my little dear," I say,
"Your clan will pay me back one day."