Today I had a very important doctor’s appointment. It was for Pain Management to be specific. The appointment was scheduled in the late afternoon so I could get a little extra rest and get ready without having to hurry. Being made to hurry for anything of late is detrimental for me actually being ready on time because I then think of 100,000 things I should get done while getting ready.
So, I was ready on time. I was taking WHEELS so I scheduled some extra time in there so I wouldn’t be late to the doctor and scheduled the return trip within plenty of time for the doctor to get done with me and I would have enough time to relax and read a book while waiting on the return trip.
None of this happened. WHEELS was late picking me up and getting me to the doctor but still managed to get there on time. However, once in the doctor’s office, time slowed. People were moving about. Patients were going back into the back and then would come back out and return to the waiting room. Time slipped by until I was afraid WHEELS would end up arriving before I’d even seen the doctor. The service was scheduled to pick me up between 4:30 pm and 5:00 pm. At 4:20 pm I was called back to the doctor’s office.
The nurse who was helping me was relaxed. Almost too relaxed because her work day was almost over. The office closes at 4:30 pm through the week and 3:30 pm on Fridays. When it came to the point where she asked me if I had any concerns I told her about the transportation issue and she looked back over her shoulder at me and said, with a self-satisfied smile, “The doctor will be here in just a few minutes.”
At exactly 4:50 pm, the doctor came in and asked me what was wrong because I looked upset. I told her I was nervous and why. Thankfully she took me seriously and we went through the paperwork quickly and I was out the door like a flash only to wait as minutes ticked by because there was a line at checkout!
Five-oh-two came and went and I was finally on the elevator going downstairs where, I hoped, the van would be. It wasn’t there. Had they come and gone already? Were they late? I called dispatch and was told they were running a little late but were on their way to pick us up.
If Cheyenne hadn’t gone with me today I think I may have actually had a full-on panic attack!
However, I am home now. I am safe. There is a Henry’s Hard Grape Soda beside me, and I have had a snack to hold me over until supper. I am emotionally wrung out yet relieved to be home.
Now I am going to settle in to reading some notes for the latest writing project, and possibly take a nap.
I am glad today is done.