I had a moment of panic 15 minutes after I left my house this morning. NO cell phone! I knew where I had left it - on the kitchen counter. I could see it there as plain as day, waiting for me to pick it up as I walked out the door. Thanks to "Bluetooth", normally I make many calls while enroute somewhere. I'm productive, quick and people appreciate the fast response time from me. Instead, I sat helpless at the stop light. I was certain that my cell phone was buzzing over and over again on my kitchen counter.
What kind of emergencies was I missing today?
How would I check the rescue's adoption line?
My anxiety quickly manifested into a blissful feeling of freedom.
I could feel my shoulders relax as I pulled into the local pet store. I had my nails done in total peace and serenity. I had the nerve to feel annoyed with the noisy toddler another unlucky client was forced to bring with her. For the moment - I didn't care. The world could wait. Let the cell phone buzz!!
My anxiety quickly returned as I drove toward my home and realized that I needed to stop at the grocery store. Another 30 minutes? Could I wait another 30 minutes? Should I go home first, check messages then go back out to the grocery store? How ridiculous. Of course, I can go into the grocery store and pick up a few things.
As I literally ran through the grocery store with my cart, I practiced my speech - telling our beloved foster parents and adopters why I was seemingly so negligent:
"I'm sorry! I didn't have my cell phone with me! What's happened? What can I do? What needs to be done? Is there blood? Have you called the vet?"
I parked in the driveway and ran to the front door with the house key in hand. There was no time to lose - emergencies were waiting! I grasped for the cell phone and pushed the green button to put light on the keypad.
It said "New Voicemails"
I knew it! I pressed the keys and listened intently...
....it was one of our vet's office. We owe $5,068.97 for the month of August and can they bill my credit card for the expense?
Let the anxiety begin (again).
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2 comments:
Boy can I ever identify with the telephone tyranny.
As a palliative care nurse available to my clients 24/7 I sleep with my pager on my head board and feel the same compulsion to always have my phone with me.
As for the vet bill, I just totaled mine and with an old dog, aging sick cat and new kitten bills it is almost $1000 since May and $4000 since May 2011. Funny how the bills always find you.
What ever happened to Monica? Did she find a home? Her kittens were beautiful.
Harpurr and Lily's Mom
glad you had a peaceful moment or two....and hey - there were NO emergencies while you were gone - though that voicemail might give you heart failure.
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