On September 20, of recent memory, late that Friday afternoon, I suffered a medical emergency involving a good deal of blood that got out of place-- with considerable distress. I felt I needed medical attention at once and so began calling the appropriate physicians, hoping to talk to a “doctor on call”.
What I got was a collapse of the telephone service that is supposed to treat between patient and physician at off hours. I could get through to no one.
I considered 911; instead, Betty drove me to the relatively close ER, where they slammed me into the hospital for three days.
And so, on behalf of all of us who perhaps have lived too long and must rely on the use of the telephone in our daily lives, and who, like me, daily encounter the careless, incomprehensible, responses of professional, commercial, public exchanges by telephone,
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