Seems to be my permanent state right now…confusion. I lose track of what I’m saying when I’m trying to talk to someone (who knows what my writing is like…I reread it multiple times and am still not absolutely certain that I’m making sense, so…if you can’t figure out what I’m talking about, now I have an excuse), I can’t remember what I’m supposed to be doing (thank goodness for lists…just write it down when I think about it), and the date? Oh my! The date, even with the date displayed prominently on my computer and calendars all over the place, I still can’t keep the days straight.
And today exemplified that. I had a doctor’s appointment with a pulmonologist today. I’ve had the paper my doctor’s office gave me, with the info, on my fridge since my last appointment so I wouldn’t forget it. I woke up feeling pretty awful, wishing I didn’t have to go see a doctor today, but knowing that I did. So I eventually got ready and left in plenty of time to arrive early enough to find my way to the office. You know how it is when you go into these big buildings and don’t know your way around, right? So I knew I was going to have to stop and ask for directions and then find my way to pulmonology. No big deal.
I stopped at the desk right inside the entrance and asked the lady there where I could find this particular doctor. She looked at my paper (the one they gave me last week at my doctor’s office) and told me I was in the wrong building, would have to go out and drive over to the next drive and go in that building. Well, okay. I walked back out to my car feeling more than a little confused. The next building over is where my doctor’s practice is. I was pretty sure (even in my confused state) that the specialist I was supposed to see wasn’t in the same building as my doctor.
So I called my doctor’s office and spoke with one of the receptionists. She laughed about it and said that lady must have been confused…there is a Doctor Trueblood in their practice, but she is definitely not a pulmonologist. So I told her where I was and she said I was in the right place, that she didn’t know exactly where the pulmonology department was but she was pretty sure it was upstairs.
Alright, I walk back into the building, stop and ask the same lady where the pulmonology department is. She tells me to take the elevator upstairs and then she points down the hall and says I need to go all the way to the end of that hall. I find the elevator, go upstairs and start in the direction pointed out for me. Then I stop and look at the department listings and arrows. Hmm…if I do what the lady downstairs says I’m headed in a different direction than if I follow these little arrows. How about we try the arrows?
That just might be the only good decision I’ve made all day. I walked right to where I needed to go and stopped at the desk to let them know I was there for my appointment. The very nice lady there looked it up on the computer then looked at me. She said, “Well, unfortunately your appointment’s for tomorrow.” And she apologized…like it was her fault that I’m a dork. And to compound how goofy I must have seemed, I asked her what today’s date was. She told me it’s the 7th…hmm…the little paper in my hand tells me my appointment is scheduled for the 8th…what do you know? She’s right and I’m crazy. So I thanked her and told her I’d see her tomorrow.
I guess a couple of good things came out of this…now I know where I need to go tomorrow…and the lady at the pulmonology department desk will have a funny story to tell her co-workers and family…
I’m telling you, all of these drugs I’ve been on have to be messing with my mind…or am I confused about that?
- A breath of fresh air: Langley pulmonology breathes easy (dvidshub.net)
- Introduction (lungdoctor.wordpress.com)