Too much technology?

This is good.
I mentioned we were waiting for the visiting nurse to call or come over, or come over and call, something. She said she would be calling around 6PM.

The time comes and goes and I'm waiting and getting more impatient (I think I would much rather be impatient than THE patient) and I start looking at the clock and looking at the clock and swearing, just a little. The time passes and I start swearing, a lot. Finally I grab the cordless phone (receiver #2) and dial.....dial? I push 11 buttons since I need to dial.....dial? push button #1. And the William Beaumont (we never sleep) Home Health Nurse office line is BUSY. Over the course of the next thirty minutes the number is busy...busy...busy, and now I am pissed off!
I have no idea what made me think about looking at the other handset (receiver #2) but I did. It was on the bed, next to THE patient since he was the last one to use it. The battery was almost out and he had forgotten a chief rule of telephone use. WHEN YOU FINISH YOUR CALL EITHER HANG UP, OR PUSH THE OFF BUTTON. I then reached into my pocket remembering I carried a cell phone and discovered four voice mail messages left on a phone with a dead battery. How about that for a great pre-dinner evening? As soon as I got the cordless phones squared away, the nurse called.....she is here now!

Our planned dinner? I am still thinking about what I will have. Before I eat I think I will go scrape out all of the goo that exploded in the microwave when I made Fred his Lean cuisine. What the heck, maybe I'll just eat the goo.