Today was the day I was supposed to call the pharmacist to discuss my bioidentical hormones. I called on the cell phone and after a few minutes, he said “you’re breaking up really badly” so I told him I would call him back on another phone. I called back on the Magic Jack, which goes through the internet and it’s not Magic Jack’s fault . . it’s the fault of this sad internet service. The pharmacist said “Oh, that’s better. I can hear every other word now!” I’m thinking . . we’re not going to make decisions on my meds based on you hearing every other word of what I’m telling you so I told him I would come by and see him the next time I’m in town.
There are some folks a mile or so down the road and they have a booster on a tall tower and my understanding, which may be totally wrong . . is that there’s a company in town that gets their internet from a company in Brady, about an hour southwest of us. The Brady company needed to boost their signal so they put a “whatever” on the neighbor’s tower and they will sell us internet so they’re coming out Friday to see what they can install here.
Maybe a phone conversation is in my future . . where I’m not standing out in the pasture and hearing “you’re breaking up!”.
Wish us luck!