If you've been following my blog/life at all, you'll know that I was almost impregnated by an unscrupulous dentist, a Dr. Ralph Lloyd Juriansz DDS PhD. He screwed me to the point that there is no coming back. I'm not the least bit reluctant to mention his name out loud and often, to save someone else from his demented wrath.
When you engage the services of a professional, there is a certain amount of trust involved. It never occurs to you that his intentions are not legitimate. This is the case with Dr. Ralph Lloyd Juriansz. I had a doctor's appointment with an internist in the same office complex and sure as shit, he's flown the coup. There is another doctor occupying his former office. This was already told to me by the Arizona Board of Dentistry, when they called and informed me of their decision in my favor.
When Chase Bank sided with the good doctor, I realized their decision was based upon who they could collect from. That would be me, since the creep is gone, took the high road to nowhere land. I contested their decision and wrote to the Federal Reserve. This is the regulatory agency that regulates Chase Bank. Frankly, this was not an easy task, as no one admitted to being the correct agency. I finally just wrote to all off them. About a week ago, I got a call from a Jessica Jones from Chase Bank and she informed me that the case was assigned to her and that she'd be in touch with me soon, with a new decision.
Today the call came. although I was busy, I stopped what I was doing (frying eggs) and sat down to relax and enjoy the reversal of decision. But it didn't happen. Although she was poised and polite, the fact still remained that the bosses told her to side in their own favor and that I still owe the $3500. She mentioned several times that Chase was just the lending vessel. As a consolation prize, she offered me the $3500 loan at 0% interest, for the balance, until paid off.
Honestly, when I contacted the Federal Reserve, I was expecting them to organize the investigation and not give back to the exact people that I'm having a problem with. That shows me that Chase Bank is more powerful that the Federal Reserve! The next time I apply for a credit card, it's going to be from a Mom and Pop outfit, but certainly not one of the big ones that are too big for their britches!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Flatmates...
For the past 4 years or so, there has been one person in my life as a constant. When the phone rings at about 11 PM, I usually know without looking who is calling. When a mechanical thing in her home stops doing what it's supposed to do, sometimes I get a call about that too. Recently her HOA was hounding her to cut some vines, and my shears are already in my car. When my computer quits computing, she's number one on my list of people to call about recovery services. Whenever a problem arises that I don't want to deal with on my own, she takes charge of the situation. I'm talking about the Lovely Jules, who by the way is responsible for me blogging.
When she saw me going through the trials and tribulations of finding a new residence, she came up with a solution where I could live in a spacious home with a $5 farting dog. She suggested I move in with her! At first we both thought that would be a disaster. We are two people that are pretty set in our ways and like in the case of Superman, we should never upset that delicate balance of history or nature. But the truth be known, we get along remarkably well for 2 people of opposite genders, that are not romantically involved.
The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. For the past 4 years we've been there for each other and now we'll really be THERE for each other. So the announcement that I'm making in this post of "Things I've Left Behind" is that the Lovely Jules (LJ) and I will from now forward, be FLATMATES, <-------Julies choice of terms. God help us!
When she saw me going through the trials and tribulations of finding a new residence, she came up with a solution where I could live in a spacious home with a $5 farting dog. She suggested I move in with her! At first we both thought that would be a disaster. We are two people that are pretty set in our ways and like in the case of Superman, we should never upset that delicate balance of history or nature. But the truth be known, we get along remarkably well for 2 people of opposite genders, that are not romantically involved.
The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. For the past 4 years we've been there for each other and now we'll really be THERE for each other. So the announcement that I'm making in this post of "Things I've Left Behind" is that the Lovely Jules (LJ) and I will from now forward, be FLATMATES, <-------Julies choice of terms. God help us!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Who can Tell White from Wong?
A very interesting day took place today. Here's the deal. With my new insurance company, United Health Care, I am required to have a primary care physician, whether or not I want one. This individual's job is to distribute referrals for other doctors that you may indeed need. In my humble case, I need a cardiologist and a kidney specialist. I made an appointment with both of those doctors and each in turn responded by telling me that my referral expired and I needed a new one. I contacted my primary care physician and only to find out that she no longer sees patients and only works out of the hospital. I asked my Kidney specialist for another PCP and he referred me to his friend, a doctor Simon. After much to do, I finally reached Dr. Simon's office to find out he doesn't take my insurance. Back to step one. I called my former PCP's office and asked who they were referring my former doctor's patients to and she replied Dr. Wong. Do I want to make an appointment with Dr. Wong? Yes please, I replied and I need it right away, because my appointment with my cardiologist is on Tuesday, tomorrow. She agreed to make an appointment for today. I met the infamous Dr. Wong today, but I could not help but use the title line to introduce myself. After cracking the office door, a young lady said to me, "May I help you"? I said, yes, I'm here for my appointment, my name is Mel Fisher and I have an appointment with Dr. White. She said, you mean Dr. Wong and I replied, "I NEVER COULD TELL WHITE FROM WONG"!
My entrance was a big success and all but a little fat girl thought it was pretty funny and assured me that I was the first to use that line. The little fat girl scowled at me, because that's what little fat girls do and I entered the inner office. You know, the office that terrible things happen within. After meeting Dr. Wong, a rather slight, youthful man, we chatted and I was out of there in about 20 minutes. He told me I was due for a colonoscopy and I assured him I'd be doing that in the near future, OUCH! He agreed to send out my referrals post haste and we were soooo done!
My entrance was a big success and all but a little fat girl thought it was pretty funny and assured me that I was the first to use that line. The little fat girl scowled at me, because that's what little fat girls do and I entered the inner office. You know, the office that terrible things happen within. After meeting Dr. Wong, a rather slight, youthful man, we chatted and I was out of there in about 20 minutes. He told me I was due for a colonoscopy and I assured him I'd be doing that in the near future, OUCH! He agreed to send out my referrals post haste and we were soooo done!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thank You to Sherry!
I walked out the front door today, something that I seldom do, and just about tripped over a box that was abandoned there by Fed Ex. Who knows how long it's been settled in on the front porch? My mind went whirling back to a conversation I had with a lady I'd been texting with a few days ago. I was complaining to a lady in the Chicago area about how freezing cold it was here in the "Valley of the Sun". Naturally I was exaggerating the cold, seeing as it was almost below zero there, when we spoke. Our weather threatened to drop to the 40's.
I tore open the box and sure enough it was from her, and along with it was a note explaining that they were out of long johns everywhere but perhaps this sweatshirt might keep me nice and toasty and there was this beautiful navy blue, Izod sweatshirt in a fashion style. What do I say? Well, thank you to Sherry, for worrying about this old man freezing to death in our scary cold weather.
I tore open the box and sure enough it was from her, and along with it was a note explaining that they were out of long johns everywhere but perhaps this sweatshirt might keep me nice and toasty and there was this beautiful navy blue, Izod sweatshirt in a fashion style. What do I say? Well, thank you to Sherry, for worrying about this old man freezing to death in our scary cold weather.
Martha has a BIG MOUTH...
This post was formerly titled Old Man Rants about CVS, but after Martha's RUDE comment, I thought a name change was due.
Am I the only person that has trouble with CVS and their telephone menu? Here's the deal. I've never used CVS before, but I noticed they had a big drive though location at Tatum and Bell Rd in Phoenix and made a mental note to try them. I think the time I tried them, I was shopping for Musilex for the Lovely Jules when she got a case of the Flu. They were fine or so I thought.
Fast forward, I'm living in an area that is congested with traffic and although there is a Walgreen's close by, it is located in the busy area and to slip in and out to pick up a prescription, makes for aggravation. I also noted that 1/2 mile in the opposite direction is a 24 hour CVS. I transferred all of my prescriptions for blood pressure meds to CVS. One day I was shopping with my Costco wife, the Lovely Jules, when the first experience with them was a phone call from them, saying that my prescription for one of my routine meds was denied. Denied, I asked? What do you mean by that? It didn't have any refills left on it, so we cannot fill it. I suggested they call Dr. Harvey and ask his assistant Harris to refill the order. She said she tried faxing them but got no reply. I explained that sometimes the assistant is busy and he'll get to it, or to call Harris at such n such number, and I gave her the number and ask for a refill on that med. There was a long silence and I asked if she wrote down the number? She said, no you didn't tell me to write it down. I asked if she had a pen or pencil and she said no, to wait. I did and she came back and I slowly gave her the number. Again a longer than comfortable pause and she asked. And WHY am I writing down this number??? OH-MY-GAWD! I explained that she needed to call Harris and I hung up. She never called! Eventually, Harris replied by refilling the fax he got a day later, so all was eventually okay.
Next experience was Dr. Harvey had Harris call in a new prescription for a med. He also gave me a few free samples to get used to trying the new drug. The new drug had side effects that were more than I wanted to handle on a daily basis. Every time I'd stand from a sitting position, my legs would cramp up and take about 90 seconds for the cramps to release, not cool! So I called the pharmacy and cancelled the prescription. The following day and everyday since, I get an early morning message on my cell phone saying my prescription is ready. I tried 3 times now to call and cancel it. The first time I got left waiting on hold for longer than I cared to wait, over 3 minutes and the second time the menu transferred me to the store manager who claimed he couldn't transfer me back and the third time, was the "please hold" routine again! Screw it, they'll get the idea when I never pic up the drugs! Right? Back to Walgreen's...
Am I the only person that has trouble with CVS and their telephone menu? Here's the deal. I've never used CVS before, but I noticed they had a big drive though location at Tatum and Bell Rd in Phoenix and made a mental note to try them. I think the time I tried them, I was shopping for Musilex for the Lovely Jules when she got a case of the Flu. They were fine or so I thought.
Fast forward, I'm living in an area that is congested with traffic and although there is a Walgreen's close by, it is located in the busy area and to slip in and out to pick up a prescription, makes for aggravation. I also noted that 1/2 mile in the opposite direction is a 24 hour CVS. I transferred all of my prescriptions for blood pressure meds to CVS. One day I was shopping with my Costco wife, the Lovely Jules, when the first experience with them was a phone call from them, saying that my prescription for one of my routine meds was denied. Denied, I asked? What do you mean by that? It didn't have any refills left on it, so we cannot fill it. I suggested they call Dr. Harvey and ask his assistant Harris to refill the order. She said she tried faxing them but got no reply. I explained that sometimes the assistant is busy and he'll get to it, or to call Harris at such n such number, and I gave her the number and ask for a refill on that med. There was a long silence and I asked if she wrote down the number? She said, no you didn't tell me to write it down. I asked if she had a pen or pencil and she said no, to wait. I did and she came back and I slowly gave her the number. Again a longer than comfortable pause and she asked. And WHY am I writing down this number??? OH-MY-GAWD! I explained that she needed to call Harris and I hung up. She never called! Eventually, Harris replied by refilling the fax he got a day later, so all was eventually okay.
Next experience was Dr. Harvey had Harris call in a new prescription for a med. He also gave me a few free samples to get used to trying the new drug. The new drug had side effects that were more than I wanted to handle on a daily basis. Every time I'd stand from a sitting position, my legs would cramp up and take about 90 seconds for the cramps to release, not cool! So I called the pharmacy and cancelled the prescription. The following day and everyday since, I get an early morning message on my cell phone saying my prescription is ready. I tried 3 times now to call and cancel it. The first time I got left waiting on hold for longer than I cared to wait, over 3 minutes and the second time the menu transferred me to the store manager who claimed he couldn't transfer me back and the third time, was the "please hold" routine again! Screw it, they'll get the idea when I never pic up the drugs! Right? Back to Walgreen's...
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Creation of a Pest...
It wasn't long ago that I was writing about the kitty that has adopted me. Now, just a few shorts days later, I'm writing about the pest that I inherited. He seems to belong to the house I reside in. That, or he has made me his natural victim. What started out as a friend acquaintance, has turned into a annoying habit. Don't misunderstand, there are times when I enjoy his company, but seldom will he just relax and sleep or just hang around. He jumps up on counters, something that I would not allow if he were my cat exclusively, but apparently he's developed some bad habits two doors down, where he really lives and got his training or lack of it. Also, when he's not jumping on top of my counters or even my laptop computer, he's standing in one spot kneading on some sort of leather furniture or my own skin. If I allow him on my lap, his favorite place, I have to cushion him with a blanket between he and I, to prevent too much bleeding. Another of his favorite places to sleep, is a lamp table behind my reclining chair.
At some point, about 4 days ago I ostracized him, forbidding him to come into the house. Yesterday, I was grilling chicken and there was no refusing him. He charged the open door and stood there laughing at me, as I worked the barbecue. So Needie is back and as I write this he is outside of my door singing me a song, but mostly begging to come inside. If suddenly you're reading and a word comes out as "rkfg#%^&ukj", it simply means that Needie is walking across the keyboard!
At some point, about 4 days ago I ostracized him, forbidding him to come into the house. Yesterday, I was grilling chicken and there was no refusing him. He charged the open door and stood there laughing at me, as I worked the barbecue. So Needie is back and as I write this he is outside of my door singing me a song, but mostly begging to come inside. If suddenly you're reading and a word comes out as "rkfg#%^&ukj", it simply means that Needie is walking across the keyboard!
Monday, January 3, 2011
Pictures, 1/3 OFF...
To the average person, a title that read "PICTURES 1/3 OFF" would indicate a sale on art work, but not here in the world of online dating. One of the funniest things in the world, is for a thin person to explain to a fat person how to lose weight. Sure, I'm a little angry, but nothing I won't get over. The story played out something like this... Before moving along here, I might point out that the error was made by me.
About 2 months ago, I met a perfectly charming lady online that was 52 years old, blond haired with ice blue eyes. She was from Australia and has been here in this country for 9 years. She also possessed a cute accent from down under, a definite plus. After making email contact, she just faded away, indicating to me that she had met someone that was occupying her time. Hey, this just happens. In my dialogue with her, I initially asked if my age of 64 was going to be a problem and she assured me, no. She gave me her phone number and about 8 hours later, I called and got voicemail. I left a civil message and waited for her to return my call. Later I texted her that I stay up late and not to worry if it got too late. Still, no reply.. So I forgot about her. I'd see her online from time to time, but again, that just happens. New Year's Day, I saw her online on a different venue and sent her a New Year greeting and asked whatever happened to her a couple of months ago? Her reply came yesterday on the Jan. 2nd and it explained that she had every intention of returning my call, but her next door neighbor came in, a lady that also is on the dating sights and she mentioned that she had gone out on 2 dates with a Mel and her Mel had a very funny profile too. Not wanting to date the same man, she just let my heels cool. (Women can do that). When my New Year Greeting arrived on Saturday, her neighbor was over having a New Year glass of wine and explained that I was NOT her Mel. So in a hysterical email she LOLed her way back into my favor and immediately called me LOLing even more. Okay, now you've got the background.
So we talk for a full 2 1/2 hours and make plans for a meeting last night for a "meet and greet" at a local lounge. Let's give this lady a name.How about Myrtle? During our 2 1/2 hour discussion, she tells me that her cards are all on the table, no secrets. That is why she posts 15 pictures of herself online. All poses and all positions showing no surprises when her perspective date meets her and she also mentions that she wears a size 14. Not knowing how big a size 14 is, but I know it's not a 6, I reply, "As long as you look like your pictures" and she assured me she did. We hung up and I was prepared for my date with adorable Myrtle. I know you ladies out there are laughing now, because a size 14 is not adorable. But in my mind, I'm picturing Myrtle all cute and petite, just like her photos. In my mind, the whole size 14 thing was a mix up and decency would prevail.
Just then my phone rang and it was my friend Kim calling to see how my New Year was. I told her I couldn't chat, as I was getting ready for my date with the adorable Myrtle and she asked a few questions and her size 14 came up. Kim said, "Oh boy, look out, size 14 is BIG"! I almost got angry at her for insinuating that my date was fat! How rude! We hung up.
I had to drive about 30 minutes to get to North Scottsdale where my meeting was to be and I showed up right at 7, on time. she was a few minutes late. I sat in the foyer of this lounge waiting, as a fat woman approached the front door.OH SHIT!!!!! How could she say she looked like her pictures, when her pictures showed a thin to average lady and this was a porker! As she walked in ahead of me, me always being the gentleman, I couldn't take my eyes off of her giant ass and some of the gyrations it did in accommodating her walk. It kind of looked like 2 pigs fighting under a blanket. We went to a table and were seated and to my pleasant surprise, she was as pleasant in person as she was on the phone. She had discussed that she was going on a diet starting today and she wouldn't be much fun for awhile and I tried to picture her with 1/3 off. After awhile, her cute little "down under" accent got annoying as I couldn't understand what she was saying and had to keep stopping her to ask. Then I realized she had 52 years to lose that weight and she wasn't going to do it for me. I think it was then that I asked her if she might want to get together again and she looked at me and said, no she just wasn't feeling the connection! I had no intention of seeing her again, unless it was to an all you can eat buffet, I was just looking for some assurance. So let this be a lesson to you, fat girls have preferences too!
About 2 months ago, I met a perfectly charming lady online that was 52 years old, blond haired with ice blue eyes. She was from Australia and has been here in this country for 9 years. She also possessed a cute accent from down under, a definite plus. After making email contact, she just faded away, indicating to me that she had met someone that was occupying her time. Hey, this just happens. In my dialogue with her, I initially asked if my age of 64 was going to be a problem and she assured me, no. She gave me her phone number and about 8 hours later, I called and got voicemail. I left a civil message and waited for her to return my call. Later I texted her that I stay up late and not to worry if it got too late. Still, no reply.. So I forgot about her. I'd see her online from time to time, but again, that just happens. New Year's Day, I saw her online on a different venue and sent her a New Year greeting and asked whatever happened to her a couple of months ago? Her reply came yesterday on the Jan. 2nd and it explained that she had every intention of returning my call, but her next door neighbor came in, a lady that also is on the dating sights and she mentioned that she had gone out on 2 dates with a Mel and her Mel had a very funny profile too. Not wanting to date the same man, she just let my heels cool. (Women can do that). When my New Year Greeting arrived on Saturday, her neighbor was over having a New Year glass of wine and explained that I was NOT her Mel. So in a hysterical email she LOLed her way back into my favor and immediately called me LOLing even more. Okay, now you've got the background.
So we talk for a full 2 1/2 hours and make plans for a meeting last night for a "meet and greet" at a local lounge. Let's give this lady a name.How about Myrtle? During our 2 1/2 hour discussion, she tells me that her cards are all on the table, no secrets. That is why she posts 15 pictures of herself online. All poses and all positions showing no surprises when her perspective date meets her and she also mentions that she wears a size 14. Not knowing how big a size 14 is, but I know it's not a 6, I reply, "As long as you look like your pictures" and she assured me she did. We hung up and I was prepared for my date with adorable Myrtle. I know you ladies out there are laughing now, because a size 14 is not adorable. But in my mind, I'm picturing Myrtle all cute and petite, just like her photos. In my mind, the whole size 14 thing was a mix up and decency would prevail.
Just then my phone rang and it was my friend Kim calling to see how my New Year was. I told her I couldn't chat, as I was getting ready for my date with the adorable Myrtle and she asked a few questions and her size 14 came up. Kim said, "Oh boy, look out, size 14 is BIG"! I almost got angry at her for insinuating that my date was fat! How rude! We hung up.
I had to drive about 30 minutes to get to North Scottsdale where my meeting was to be and I showed up right at 7, on time. she was a few minutes late. I sat in the foyer of this lounge waiting, as a fat woman approached the front door.OH SHIT!!!!! How could she say she looked like her pictures, when her pictures showed a thin to average lady and this was a porker! As she walked in ahead of me, me always being the gentleman, I couldn't take my eyes off of her giant ass and some of the gyrations it did in accommodating her walk. It kind of looked like 2 pigs fighting under a blanket. We went to a table and were seated and to my pleasant surprise, she was as pleasant in person as she was on the phone. She had discussed that she was going on a diet starting today and she wouldn't be much fun for awhile and I tried to picture her with 1/3 off. After awhile, her cute little "down under" accent got annoying as I couldn't understand what she was saying and had to keep stopping her to ask. Then I realized she had 52 years to lose that weight and she wasn't going to do it for me. I think it was then that I asked her if she might want to get together again and she looked at me and said, no she just wasn't feeling the connection! I had no intention of seeing her again, unless it was to an all you can eat buffet, I was just looking for some assurance. So let this be a lesson to you, fat girls have preferences too!
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