Today was…difficult. I got to the train station 30 minutes before train time. Board said train was delayed 45 minutes. Ugh, but still, I should be able to meet my son for lunch, though we wouldn’t have much time. Then the train was going to be 90 minutes late. Crud. Asked the ticket agent. He said a freight train broke down and was blocking the track. He suspected train would be more like 3 hours late.
Frick. What to do? It took me months to get this doctor appointment, so I don’t want to postpone. My friends either work or don’t drive in Seattle. (See flyboy’s post.) Uber–a very expensive Uber–was my only chance, so I went with that. The driver was nice. We hit exactly the situation flyboy described, but I was still early for my appointment. My son, however, got held up at HIS a.m. appointment, so he couldn’t meet up. We were both disappointed. The doctor’s appointment went…well, not great. It could have been worse. I mean, I’m not dying or anything, but damn, things are complicated. I’m probably having surgery in October. No biggie, really, but…
While I was with the doc, I got a message from Amtrak: call ASAP. I did. Seems if you don’t cancel your morning ticket, they automatically cancel your return trip. What a stupid policy. I was very nice to the agent I spoke with, and she was able to get me a refund for the morning trip–which I didn’t ask for, as I felt I didn’t deserve it–and got me back on the same train home. Walking the 1 mile to the Amtrak station, I felt like crying. I wouldn’t let myself, but I’d have paid someone for a hug and a cocktail.
I’m home now and having said cocktail. Also counting my many blessings, which include you. Sorry this is so long. I guess I’m ranting. Oh, also, I screwed up and was supposed to get the monthly injection today. I got chastised by the injection place. Also, a bus driver yelled at me. So I’m trying to shake the dust of this day off my feet.
Thanks for your kindness about my SIL. She’s struggling emotionally. It was really a horrible experience, and I think it triggered something, as she discovered her mother’s lifeless body when my SIL was a little girl.
Sari, so sorry about your mom’s tough journey through chemo. It’s too bad you can’t talk directly to medical staff so you could get better info on what’s going on. It must be so hard to see your mom this way. {{{{Sari and Sari’s mom}}}}
butters, SO good to see you back! I, too, am curious about the foot.
Seanette, Buddy’s SO sweet! He looks like a puddle of butterscotch…a blissful puddle of butterscotch.
FCM, glad you made it home. I did a spit-take on FIL offering to drive. Holy frick. It’s be like blindfolding someone and saying, “Hey, this’ll be fun! Take the wheel!” I hope the visit goes smoothly. Will they get to see much of Roxie and Toby?