Harry goes toe to toe on the health insurance provider
Or 181.4 lbs.
Beeze and Mo started this week with true feelings and not much sports.....I'm inspired by the real people here at the Gab and it led to this kind of touchy feely true life encounter
Thank God I’m married to my super model wife
who keeps me in check and loves me in spite of my
…..Let’s call them weaknesses.
I had to go to my primary care Dr. this week to update my skin allergy meds.
My primary recently left one group practice and joined another. The former practice was not at all happy with his leaving and tried to get the Harry’s to stay.
We’ve had the same doctor for 22 years and short of rambling cross country we were not changing.
My first visit since the move, the nice lady at the desk took my info and then made a call and then put me in a phone confrontation with a condescending individual at the insurance provider
We debated over who was my listed Primary care Doc. They had some schmuck named Dr Vinny Boombarts from the old practice listed. I tell ya I get no respect.
I let them know that I HAVE NOT CHANGED DOCTORS IN 22 YEARS. And I don’t know who this guy is and I certainly DID NOT sign up with him.
I guess I made the room, occupied by about a dozen nice calm people waiting their turn for medical attention, a little uneasy to say the least…
I started to wind up for another verbal swing on the person at the insurance provider... when...
The beautiful and always in control of her emotions in any situation, Mrs Harry walked to me and put her hand on my shoulder and said
“Jail really sucks this time of year babe, your scaring these nice people, please calm down and give me the phone please, I’ll get it straight”
With my blood pressure thru the roof and the oldharry Irish rage lurking dangerously just below the surface,
I complied. I tried to say, “I’m stepping outside for a minute” but was told later it sounded more like
“ IMSTeppinout--------sighairlingus ut”
After a five minute power walk around the parking lot, I stepped back in. My dear wife said, “all set! Just sit down and the Doc will see you in a minute”.
I don’t know how she stays so calm and in control in the face of stupidity but she does…she even passes on road rage…makes up excuses for the idiots that should have stayed off the road today...that must be why we were a match made in heaven.
Here is the lovely Mrs harry and I with son's number 3 and 4 at a wedding a couple of weeks back
and no gabbers, she’s not my daughter!
Although my daughter does resemble the mrs. All the kids favor mom with brains and looks and of course have been gifted with my…let’s call them my intensity and temperament.
Now the other part of the Dr. visit that was a little troubling was when the nice nurse inside said,
Mr H, can you step on the scales for me please?
Oh no I thought, not the scales. (
I said "no need to waste the time miss, I’m 5’8” 165."
She said,” but I have to, please?”
So I did, stepped right up bravely as can be and looked at the digital readout on the
60" Office jumbo tron…181.4 lbs
“I think that’s a little high” I said.
“The Dr can recommend a little diet” she smartly said in reply
Mrs Harry laughed...
“Thanks” under my breath wiseass…” I said, no need.”
Ok, 181 to a lot of you gabbers probably doesn’t seem like much of a problem…
The last time I weighed 181 was 27 years ago on my and Mrs Harry’s wedding day.
You all remember 1986 right, the year the Red Sox lost the World Series…Buckner… the year the Bruins lost in the Stanley Cup finals, the year the Bears smoked the Patriots in the Super Bowl 460-10 and the year Larry Bird led the Celtics NBA championship banner #16
yeah then...I weighed 181 or so
When me and the misses met a couple years earlier I was a stealth 160 lbs of framers muscles, hard and tight.
By the time we got married I had bulked up from living the good life, no more framing, just running the crews from my phone, office or truck.
Eating her cooking along with lobster and drinking cognac was a regular thing…it was the eighty’s and I had plenty of money and free time and 181.4 pounds of bulk covering those rock hard abs.
Today it’s different, 27 years later and a weight that has mainly hovered around 170 throughout the Patriots Dynasty with a decent physique for a man my age. sorry no pic!
My wife came out with this on the way home” Hmm, 181.4 it says here…but don’t worry about it harry, it’s not as bad as you think, it’s partly the prednisone and partly your age!”
“Besides you weighed that when I married you remember?”
“I remember” Said I.
She added, “ but it was a lot more fun eating and drinking your way to 181.4 back then wasn't it?
My age!…I humbly responded, “I guess I need to clean up the weight bench and elliptical and get to work…or, or maybe I could just get some bigger shirts!”
thanks for reading and thanks for your comments
and go Bruins!