A Rare Personal Account

I tend not to get too insanely personal on my blog, but here you go.

Today was a no good, very bad day. Up to a point.

I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 9:15 a.m.

At least, I had on my calendar that the appointment was at that time. I planned for it for two weeks. I had my notes all written down, my list of prescriptions, and I was prepared to go in there and launch a full-scale assault on this thing I've lately been calling MenoMania.

I arrived at the clinic 10 minutes before the appointment time. When I checked in, I could see the receptionist was concerned.

They did not have my appointment in the system.

I stood there in stunned silence for a moment. I was afraid to speak. I had no idea what was going to come out of my mouth.

"We'll figure out something," she said. "I'll find some time today when you can get in. What are you here for?"

When I told her I was there for menopause issues...well...you can imagine the expression on her face.

I held it all together long enough to hear their apologies and agree to come back at 2:30.

I went home and stayed there. Watching TV and staring at the walls. By around noon I started to feel a bit better.

I went back at 2:30 and locked my keys in the car in the clinic parking lot.

"How did the appointment go?" You may be asking.

Fine. He's a very very good doctor. Validated my feelings and suspicions, did some medication adjustments, and I came out of there feeling like I have a new plan.

And when I got out of the appointment, my keys were laying there on the counter. Thank you, dear Kristen, for driving half-way across town with Mensa Boy's keys to get mine out of my car.

As I was saying good-bye to the doctor, he said "By the way...locking your keys in the car? Classic menopause!"