The Texture Of Things

A Turn for the Weird

June 28th, 2007

It’s been a morning of regular things taking unexpected turns. Today, I had an appointment at my doctor’s office for 9:30 (first appointment slot is 9 a.m.), so I needed to get up a bit early to get ready, get the tot to day care, and get to the office. Because the appointment was just a blood draw to check my thyroid levels, I figured I’d be in and out and home, with piles of time to work on my class stuff.

I was wrong.

First, I went to bed last night and forgot to bring my phone, which doubles as my alarm clock, with me. Once I found myself in bed, I realized it but blew it off. Between a husband who needed to get up at 5:30 for work and a tot who has been waking up before 7 with nightmares every morning for the last who-knows-how-long, I thought I’d be fine.

I was wrong.

HG got up, I fell back asleep, the tot did not wake up until 8:30. Fortunately, I woke up at 8:08, which left me just barely enough time to get showered, pack her stuff, and get her to day care instead of having to take her with me to the doctor’s office.

But. Traffic was bad. Just one of those days when people think driving 5-10 under the speed limit is a good idea, and there’s no way to pass on a hilly, two-lane road.

That’s fine, I thought. I can make it, and I almost did. I was 2 minutes late and there was no one in the waiting room and I could hear the doctor chatting with the nurses behind the door. Cool. In and out.

Except not. An insurance salesman came in and wanted to talk to her (the only doctor there – it’s solely her practice) about a new policy for the some-such and whosits, and he was let in. A new patient who couldn’t find the place so she was 15 minutes late came in, and she was let in. Another patient who just wanted to pick up a scrip that, it turns out, wasn’t written yet, came in. She had to wait while I got let in.

Of course you know how the story goes. I sat in the exam room for another 50 minutes, waiting for the doctor, who saw me for under two minutes. (Weirder, when she wanted to listen to me breathe, she only listened to the left side. Um, WTF?) Then I waited another ten minutes for the nurse to come draw blood. Thank god she was good, because if I had left there with a giant wound, I’d have been too pissed to recover my day.

On the up-side, I listened to another patient cough in the next room like she was trying to dislodge a puppy from her lungs for about half the time I waited, and I could tell she wasn’t covering that cough. It was too loud and not muffled-enough sounding. Wait. That’s not the up-side. Oh! Right! The up-side is that I had NOT brought the tot with me, so maybe it’ll just be me laid up with Typhoid for the Fourth of July. We’ll have to wait and see.

Then, I went through a golden-archy drive-thru [sic] for some quick coffee. I thought I’d cruise in, grab joe, peel out and get home quickly so I could wash the TB off my hands. (The one day I didn’t have Pu*rell in my purse.)

I was wrong. I sat in the goddamned drive-thru [sic] for just under three months, smelling the aroma of warm toast waft through the parking lot.

Excuse me. Toast? TOAST?! What world did I wake up in? OMG, I just want to get home.

And then. And THEN, I got my coffee, drove home, opened it, expecting to have to blow on it for another two hours before I could drink it, and it wasn’t hot. It wasn’t even close to hot.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. If I weren’t so caffeinated, I’d go back to bed and try to start this day over. I seriously would.

How’s your day going?


  1. KLee says

    Oy. Some days, it just doesn’t pay to gnaw through the straps, you know?

    Sorry your day sucked ass. I have had my share of those days, and they are NOT fun.

    Here’s hoping you don’t catch what Typhoid Mary was spewing all over the walls of the exam room, and that you get over your irrational hatred of toast fumes. 😛

    It’s a good thing that coffee wasn’t hot, or with the fates conspiring as they were against you, it would have found its way directly to your lap.

    I say we both just stay in bed tomorrow. Deal?

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  2. admin says

    Deal. Well, except for the back to back dentist appointments HG and I have. Who knows. Maybe afterward we’ll go out for toast.

    About the toast. I love toast. It hates me (gives me heartburn), but I love it. Still, where in your life do you ever smell toast, outside of your kitchen? A diner, maybe? But Mc*Don*@ld*s? The only smell I ever notice in their parking lot is old fry grease, but never toast. It was thoroughly strange.

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