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- 21 -Turns out you can’t just cold call a doctor’s office and simply make an appointment. Silly me. I had procrastinated most of the week as I wrapped up things at the 4Cs. My three-week vacation/holiday time off officially started at noon on Friday. Of course, I didn’t actually break away until into the early afternoon and the moment I arrived home, George grabbed my car keys and flew out the door to make his appointment with Dr. Bloom, and apparently also to buy food for dinner. George’s truck was still being held hostage.
Before there were any more distractions—I expected Mother any minute—I pulled out Dr. Shira’s card and called her office only to be batted around like a wayward shuttlecock. First, I got a recording that said everyone was busy and if I had a medical emergency
