I didn’t intend to miss work today. I had a routine doctor’s appointment and I expected to be back in the office by noon. HA…one of these days I’ll learn there’s no such thing as a routine doctor appointment. If it’s not medical, it’s logistical – and sometimes it’s both.
I had a little list. Since I started the high blood pressure medication, my blood pressure is improved, but it could be better. I thought maybe I needed a higher dose.
I needed some new scripts for my regular meds.
I’ve got this sore that seems to have become infected and isn’t healing – I was concerned I might need some antibiotics.
Lastly, I wanted to talk about my insurance issues. Was there anything that could be done so I wouldn’t have to change all of my doctors, some bureaucratic loophole I just didn’t know about?
Pretty routine list.
I had made a time call for my cab an hour before my appointment. Experience has taught that when dealing with the reliability of taxis, one should always build in cushion time. Sure enough, who ever took my call the night before failed to put me in the book for the next day. The cab showed up a half hour late and only after I called to complain.
When I arrived at the doctor’s office, they were running behind. I didn’t get out of the office until noon. I hadn’t eaten that morning and needed to take some medication, so I grabbed lunch and then called a cab. They took an hour to show up.
By this point, the work day was pretty much shot, so I had the cab take me to the pharmacy. That took another hour!
I had seven scripts to fill. You know you’re on too much medication when you’re sitting, waiting on your scripts, and you hear the pharmacist from the back say, “How many scripts does this Kirkwood have anyway?” HA – And I only filled half of them! Grin!