afford to live in it.
American journalist (1941 - )
Last night, my good friend Norma called. As we were chatting, something she said suddenly triggered the dim memory of an official communiqué from the Department of Motor Vehicles regarding my health, my driver's license and the word suspension which I may have received while I was so sick back in August. I looked in the too many places I am likely to have put an important document, but found nothing. Mild panic.
Today, I called DMV. Agreed with radio hosts A&G who say that a part of them dies every time they call an American company here in America and are told to press '1' for English to be followed by a directive in some other country's language. Played in more of the phone tree. Finally talked to a real person. Who said that I had missed a hearing!!!! What??! My license was flagged because someone is concerned about how safe I am driving with my health conditions. Did I pass out when I was sick? No. and the notice came WHILE I was sick. Does she want me to believe that a government bureaucracy (without a current budget even) moves that quickly?! Yes, your license is in jeopardy. She gave me another number to call.
Their computer was down. But the guy sounded like a nice person.
Try again. No hearing. Whew! Yet. But, I do need to have my doctor fill out a 5 page form assuring the DMV that I am not a major road hazard and THEN I have to have a hearing with one of the DMV guys. WHY??! Because when I renewed my license the last time, which is supposed to be good until 2012, and I filled out the questionnaire, I checked diabetes and high blood pressure. If I don't get the form back to the DMV by September 26, my license will be suspended. Sigh That's what I get for being honest.
Guess what day the first available appointment with my doctor is.
Yep, September 26.
Maybe I had better get my bicycle fixed. While I can still drive to the bike shop.