Hello, how are you? How was your week? I have spent a lot of time this week on the phone trying to sort out some shenanigans surrounding an attempt to schedule a muscle biopsy at Stanford, the referral for which my neuromuscular doctor supposedly sent in over a month ago and which seemed to disappear into the ether. D. spent almost an hour on the phone last week with various people trying to find out what happened to the referral and if I needed to reschedule my follow-up appointment to get the results.
We thought everything finally got sorted out, only to find out that I'm not scheduled for a biopsy after all, but a new-patient visit -- no biopsy will be done at that time. The problem is that my doctor needs the results by my October 17 appointment, and the procedure needs to be done 2 weeks prior to that. The biopsy people could not tell me whether they could squeeze me in for the actual procedure to be done in time.
I've already had to reschedule my follow-up appointment once, and I will be very angry if I have to do so yet again. And I have to wait until September 17 to find that out, because no one would tell me on the phone in advance if they can accommodate the need for biopsy results by October 17 or not.
So while I wait and try not to lose my patience with Stanford, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is jangle-pop band The Connells' anti-war song "Over There" (watch video here). Enjoy.
What Is The Telephone And Exciting?
To enjoy a good cleaning
many years ago, in honor of all.
Well done when you serve as a name of
the son of land to get you a place.
We hope association game ringtone answers this problem.
You can criticize me.
The sanitary soldiers delight in sleep;
another 26 deaths.
At the side always.
Then I saw you, I know that you decide
when facing your time symbols
in the room.
Party, prolapsed, clean regeneration.
Fantasy and reality, the angry memories.
"What is the telephone and exciting?" said
dress.
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