"Pride Goeth. . ."
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
“Pride Goeth. . . “
I have always been early to appointments –ok, I have prided myself on being early. I had one of those subsequent falls (Pride goeth before the fall…) last week – But it was only because I wasn’t paying attention. I was late for a doctor’s appointment – well, not LATE, LATE, but exactly on time and for me, that’s late.
Driving over to her office, I had been mentally searching the freezer to plan the dinner menu, when I realized I didn’t know where I was! Now, I couldn’t be :”lost” Could I?– I had lived and worked in this city for twenty-seven years. Lost? That was silly. I just didn’t know where I was. I had taken a wrong turn and found myself in a neighborhood totally unknown to me.
I checked my watch and saw that I had better “move it” or I would be late. I knew if I just kept going west. I would eventually come to an area I knew. I did – to the interstate! at least ten miles from the doctor’s office. I could get there if I took some short cuts (those that I knew). Predictably, the parking lot was just about full and I had a little walk to her building. Thankfully I had my chair-cane with me (You know, the kind of cane that opens into a seat?) and it took me more time resting before I got down that LOONNNG hall to the elevators.
Made it! Without thought (again!) I hit the button for the 4th floor. Got off the elevator and didn’t recognize the floor at all. Whoops, must have hit the wrong button. Tried again and found myself in equally strange territory on the 3rd floor. Feeling very foolish, I finally thought to check the Office/Doctor listing on the elevator wall. Guess what! I needed the 5th floor. I met my doctor coming out of her office door as I was going in. I think from her expression, she must have thought I wasn’t coming. After all, I was always early!
It gets even stranger – when I related my funny story to my therapist later that day, she asked if I had told my doctor. Well, no – and I got “he double sticks!” (“hell”) Well, not really but - Now, tell me, so what if my doctor is a psychiatrist – for med management. It didn’t seem pertinent to my visit, rather time-wasting, to tell funny stories.
I am fine, I am ok, I am ok – it was just a lack of attention – not approaching senility or anything. Right?