In Case I Die & My Cats Eat Me…
Have you seen that episode of CSI where they find the old woman with all the cats who’s been dead awhile? This is actually my nightmare — that I’ll die and no one will notice for days or months because I’m such a loner.
Yesterday, I called in sick to work — first time ever I was ever simply too depressed to go where I didn’t have physical symptoms too. Anyway, earlier in the week, I agreed to take call for MJ today so she could go skiing — yes, I’m a pushover.
Since I was going to the Sleep Disorder Seminar at the hospital and it started at the ungodly hour of 7:30a.m., I just went to the hospital and didn’t check in with anyone. I mean, my bos, the office secretary, and my calendar all knew where I was supposed to be.
Around 12:30p.m. I got a text page from MJ asking if I was O.K. Apparently, she’d decided to wait until next Friday to go skiing, but since no one had seen me, she’d called the secretary, who cleimed to not know where I was. So, MJ got to worrying; she said, “You know you single people coul just not wake up in the morning and no one would ever know.”
Well, at least now I know that after a few days, MJ might panic if I die and my cats eat me.
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