In yesterday’s mail was a duplicate bill from the dentist I left in my rear view.
A mistake on their part as the check I’d promptly sent, along with that note to remove me from their patient list, had cleared.
Just in case it wasn’t a mistake, but a purposeful payback tactic, I printed out a copy of the cancelled check to drop off in today’s mail.
Over and done with so far as I’m concerned, except it brought to the forefront of my mind how dissatisfied I am with the work that dentist did.
Not only did he scam me into work that probably did not need to be done, he did a poor job. I’m now left with a problem where there was none before — painful to chew on that side.
I think he knew he’d done damage because, after completing the work, it was he who mentioned nerve damage and a possible root canal in future.
I’ll have to discuss it with the new dentist but, if it comes to nerve damage done by that guy, I won't be opting for a root canal. I'll live with the pain or have those teeth removed.
So, anyway, going to bed with all that on my mind did not make for a good night’s sleep. I awoke at precisely 3:14 a.m.
How do I know the precise time you ask.
When I sat up in bed I spied a man standing on the walkway at the entry way between where Nurse Ratched’s mother lives and a unit I’ve never seen anyone enter or exit in years.
In case I was looking at a crime, I grabbed my phone, looked at the time, then begin to record.
My phone does not take great night shots, but I could clearly see it wasn’t a criminal, but the popo. More specifically, a U.S. Marshall … and he wasn’t alone. Two other Marshalls, who appeared to have been trying to gain access to the unit through the patio window, came into view.
They seemed to be looking at something on the ground, left side of the patio railing, and then the three disappeared towards the door.
They somehow got into the unit because, not recorded, are flashes of flashlights inside the unit.
The lights inside never went on and, after about ten minutes of flashlights, the Marshalls left … empty handed. No one in custody.
So, now that Karen has calmed down, my next mission, should I accept it — and I do, is to find out WHO lives in that unit and what the guys were looking at on the left side of the patio.
Talk about being the right person, awake at the right time, with the right view.