Yall. My skin is raw. Skeeter Syndrome continues…the hives never seem to fully heal. No matter what I use, it doesn’t seem to repel the bugs or make my skin less hateful. So, tonight I bit the bullet to see a virtual doctor. Why? Because it’s $25 even without insurance. And it’s just hives. Nothing is infected. I just want to know if there is anything else I should be doing.
So, I sat here waiting…and my screen says the visit usually starts in ten minutes or less and no one in front of me in the virtual waiting room. Okay, cool. I figured I had time to add some client topics to my to-do list for late this week / early next week. I mean, that seems reasonable.
I never heard my phone ding or otherwise alert me. And my phone was just to the right of my laptop so I could see it out of the corner of my eye as I waited. I never noticed a change.
Me saying the topic out loud that was requested by an estate planning client: Should you plan your funeral?
Voice from the phone: Excuse me?
Me: Oh, shit, I didn’t realize you were there. I’m sorry, that was an awkward introduction. I am a professional copywriter and blogger. I work with a lot of lawyers. I was adding some titles and ideas from an estate planning lawyer I work with.
Me: What? Is it really that hard for you to accept that I work from home as a copywriter since I’m doing a virtual visit with a doctor? I promise I’m not a murderer.
Awkward….seriously, where the hell is #lawtwitter to back me up when I need it? Holy hell…