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Health care

My doctor appointment to check out my back was yesterday. Well, to be fair, it was also for my yearly physical. But my doctor “allows” her patients to bring up one or two other concerns at any one appointment. Yes, “allows”. There are notices all over the walls reminding all patients of this “rule”. I guess I understand why (time restraints), but why should I have to make one more appointment just because I have a third concern? What kind of doctor is going to look a patient in the eye and say, “Oh, sorry, I can’t hear about your possibly cancerous mole right now. You’ve used up your allotted two concerns. Off you go now. Make another appointment if you really want to show it to me.”

However, I had actually told the receptionist that I needed a physical AND to talk about my back pain, so the time was properly assigned. I think. I don’t know for sure. You see, I arrived pretty much AN HOUR LATE for my appointment.

Somehow, I believed that I was to be there for 11 am. I KNEW it. As I was walking over to the office, it did occur to me that I hadn’t even checked my calendar, but I quickly dismissed the thought, because I KNEW my appointment was for 11 am. Except it was for 10:10 am.

After my flurry of apologies and the attempt to make another appointment, the receptionist said that maybe they could still fit me in anyway. And they did! I had to wait, of course, as they worked around the other patients who had presumably all shown up on time, but I had my physical and had my back seen to, and left the office at 12:15, armed with a requisition for x-rays.

I hurried home and grabbed some lunch, then headed off to the hospital for the x-rays. I was anticipating a long wait there, as it’s first come, first served. I brought a book to read and everything! But to my great surprise, I was in and out within fifteen minutes! I didn’t even have time to take my book out of my bag, never mind read a couple of pages. I was told that the results will be in within five working days, so I should go back to see my doctor next week.

So I left the hospital, a bit miffed that I’d paid for an entire hour of parking. But you know, I can’t really complain about our medical system at this point. I think I actually had great service yesterday. I think my doctor’s office really went above and beyond what could reasonably be expected when a patient screws up the time of an appointment. And to basically walk in, get x-rayed, and then walk out of a hospital x-ray clinic? Unheard of!

Now, if only my back would give me that same kind of efficient PAINLESS service all the time!

Don’t cry …

I have been in a foul mood most of the day. This is probably because of how my morning started.

I got up a bit later than I intended to, so I had to rush just a little to get out the door around my normal time. Nothing too hurried, but I really had very little time to spare. I wanted to get to work early because I have a mountain of paperwork that needs to be done as soon as possible, and it’s so hard to find time during the day to do it. After school is usually a write-off too, as it appears that I have become the Mother Confessor of my workplace, and people are CONSTANTLY coming into my room after the kids have gone to ask my opinion on some kid or some situation, or to solicit my advice on some personal issue, or even just to tell me about their sex life (no, I’m not exaggerating. I wish I was, but this time I’m not.) And I really don’t want to stay at work till 5 or 6 o’clock every night just to do lousy paperwork! I mean, I do have other things to do sometimes. Not many, but there are a few. (I have a life occasionally. Only occasionally.)

So, this morning as I was at the garage door gathering my stuff (school bag, gym bag, lunch bag, keys), I realized that I’d forgotten to put a fork into my lunch bag for my food. We have a shortage of forks at school, so I usually just bring my own. I went back upstairs to snatch a fork from the drawer. I came back down to the garage door and popped it into my lunch bag.

Then it dawned on me that I had left my travel cup at school the day before. I often bring a travel mug to work full of skim milk for my coffee. As you may or may not know, I am rather fond of cafĂ© au lait. So, rather than monopolize the 1% milk we have at school, when I think of it, I try to bring my own skim from home so that I can load up my cup to my heart’s content. I figure I’m getting a little nutrition with a little caffeine that way. A win-win situation, to my mind.

Anyway, no travel mug. So I bounded back up the stairs, lunch bag in hand for some reason, to grab a different travel mug to load up with skim. I poured in the milk, slapped the lid on and tucked the mug into the water bottle pocket on the outside of my lunch bag and started back downstairs. Again. Third time.

Of course, I was carrying my lunch bag by its strap. Of course, halfway down the stairs, it tipped slightly and the travel mug fell out. Of course, it hit the laminate wood stairs and the lid came off. Of course, there was milk EVERYWHERE!

“SHIT!” I cried in horror. I think I yelled it three or four times. Yes, I am that classy that early in the morning.

And of course I had to clean it up right then and there, because I didn’t want the liquid to damage the laminate and also because when milk sits for a while, it does tend to sour and then it reeks mightily. I even got out my Wet Jet Swiffer to clean those damn stairs a second time after I mopped up the spill and dried the stairs – and walls too, actually.

In addition, you’ve got to expect that I would walk in the spilt milk – in my socks. And kneel down in it – in my corduroy jeans.

But at least I didn’t cry over the split milk. I was just too bloody pissed off!

Aaack!

And then today arrived, with yet another first in my life.

I was late for work for the very first time in my entire thirty-years of teaching.

I just slept in. That’s all. I had no particular reason to do so, but I did. Until almost 8 o’clock. I have to be at work by 8:15. Obviously, I didn’t to make it.

I couldn’t get through to the school to tell them that I had woken up late and that I was coming in as soon as I could. I couldn’t get on the school district email system to tell them. So I sat down and had breakfast.

I finally got through on the phone, then headed off to work. I anticipated that the roads would be a little less crowded because I was so much later. What I didn’t anticipate was a car accident that completely blocked a busy intersection, which necessitated all vehicles turning around and going back the way they came. It would have been nice if the police officers had set up a detour waaaaaaaaay back at the previous road so that all of us could have taken a different route and avoided wasting our time.

I eventually got to work around 9 o’clock. I had to park down the street because the parking lot was full. It was pouring rain. I got really wet, so my hair looked stupid all day.

I have had recently a particularly annoying run of being late, it seems to me. I hope I’m done now. I would hate to be late for Christmas, too.