I had a frustrating day and a life lesson. I hiked to the bus station, took a bus, walked to the eye clinic for my appointment with the surgery consultant. She wasn’t there. And none of the other consultants could help, they said. All I had to do was sign two forms and schedule the surgery. Nope. Come back tomorrow, they said.
After I got home, I walked to the pharmacy, as I’m out of a med and had ordered a refill yesterday morning. The tech there is, as I’ve said, soooo slooooow. Five people ahead of me and 25 minutes later, it was getting dark, and I was getting impatient, since I don’t see well in the dark. The woman ahead of me let a guy cut in front of her. Aaaargh! My turn: the Rx wasn’t ready because they didn’t have enough for the full # ordered. They finally did a partial fill, and I dashed out of there.
A block later, a woman called out to me. She was looking for the mall so she could catch a bus there. I was going that way, and she told me her story en route: rough childhood, horrific abuse by husband; homelessness, daughter getting raised by relatives. No whining, no complaints, no bitterness, just a dogged determination to keep going. When we parted, she said, “You’re beautiful.” I cried all the way home, thoroughly ashamed of myself.
Sari, noooooo! I hope they figure out and fix the furnace tomorrow. Meanwhile, sounds like you’ll need a Three Dog Night.
MetalMouse, What are Bu-cee’s? Is it pronounced BOO-sees?
shoe, glad you checked in. I hope the phone call with mom went OK. I’m glad she said she misses you.When she’s, uh, difficult, just keep reminding yourself she’s mentally ill. I don’t know what her formal diagnosis is, but I’m pretty sure she could keep a gaggle of therapists busy for years.
batboy, I salute you for doing the right thing. I hope your next gig is a better fit and very satisfying.
red, so basically, we’re talking a Home for Aged Phones, where they can get the care they need and brag about the grands? (“Our little Samsung is the smartest phone in his class.”)