Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Sure I'm social....

I went to Waterbury Hospital today to get my bi-weekly Zolaire shots. Zolaire is an allergen inhibitor that has made my life so much better. Bad news is you have to have a sh*t load of allergens in your blood to qualify. Good news is Zolaire works!!!

I used to go straight to Outpatient Medical Therapies to sign in. The hospital now has a central sign-in for all services. It doesn't take long and they're really nice but it adds a step to an already unpleasant morning. (I actually went yesterday for my shot but forgot my Epi-pen, which I've never needed but they won't give me the shots if I don't have it! (I've been doing this for 2 or3 years and I still turn around every couple of months to come back for my Epi-pin {which way do you spell it?}. That's one negative thing about me--how I'm often lost in the material world and forget things I should never forget. No, it's not the onset of dementia, I've been like that since I was a teenager!!!

Anyway, checking in, the nice woman asked me, "what are the last four numbers of you social?"

I stared at her they way I would have if she's said something like, "do you have any kryptonite with you, Mr. Bradley?"

Well, of course I'm social but I don't give it a number....

I'm not sure, but I think I've always been asked about 'social security number', so "social" made no sense to me. The woman must have thought I was throwing an anurism or something but she finally said all three words and after I ran through it in my mind "362-87...1234", I said, "1 2 3 4" and all was well.

Maybe a tad of dementia in there, but really...'social' for 'social security number'?  We seem as a species averse to syllables.

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