Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.
How did my day go? I am glad you asked.
10:50 am - The wife, the daughter and I get in the car to start our trip to the clinic where the wife has an appointment at 1:00 pm.
11:15 am - We arrive at friend's house to drop the daughter off.
11:45 am - We arrive at a hotel that is having an A beka Home School Materials Display on our way
12:05 pm - We are back on our way to the clinic
12:30 pm - We stop at a Taco Bell about 2 miles from the clinic and get some lunch to go
12:45 pm - We finish our lunch in the parking lot of the clinic
12:55 pm - We check in at the clinic
01:05 pm - We are called to booth 2 and sign paperwork and pay for our visit
01:15 pm - We are called back to the secondary waiting room
01:20 pm - The cast is removed from the wife's arm
01:25 pm - We are called into a small room and the wife's blood pressure and temperature are taken and they ask her several questions including (and I don't know how this is relevant) if she finished high school
02:00 pm - We begin to realize that the other folks in this smaller waiting room are a little grouchy but we do not ask any questions
02:30 pm - We start to get a little grouchy as within the last hour no one has been called in to see the doctor
03:00 pm - The wife exchanges stories of "why I need a cast" with our fellow cellmates (I mean patients)
03:30 pm - I run down to the car to grab some change only to realize that once I get to the soft drink machine, every selection is sold out
04:00 pm - A man (who looked like he could pass for a homeless person and who actually brought a small suitcase with him to the clinic) decides he has waited long enough and leaves
04:30 pm - We begin to wonder if we will be late for our WEDNESDAY appointment that is at the same clinic
04:37 pm - Gloriously our name is called and I have a mock heart attach (I'm coming to join you, Elizabeth!)
04:52 pm - We begin to realize that just because we are now in a room, we are not necessarily closer to seeing an actual doctor
05:07 pm - The doctor arrives
05:09 pm - The doctor leaves
05:15 pm - The wife has a new (albeit shorter) cast on and we are on our way home (just in time for the evening traffic)
06:05 pm - We arrive where the daughter is and pick her up
07:15 pm - We arrive where the son is and pick him up
07:45 pm - Only 9 hours later, we arrive home
Since I had a lot of time today, I have concluded the following...
- They get you into the Pay Here booth awful quick
- They get your cast off really quick as well so you cannot leave the clinic (or at least we could not since we needed another cast)
- Being forced to sit in a room full of people who JUST got their casts off is not something I would wish on anyone. Not only was the smell not great nor the skin that was under the casts pretty to look at but having to watch as people scratch and itch their arms is just gross (especially when they get up from their chairs and there is a pile of dead skin laying there for the next person).
- I am not looking forward to going back there in 2 days.
But enough about that, it is now time for...
Random Bad Quality Pictures With My New Cell Phone
My wife has commented to me several times that "she is really going to miss having a wife" when she is recovered. The above was what I made for breakfast this morning for the family. Nothing too fancy really. Eggs with shredded sharp cheddar cheese, toast and a sliced strawberry as a garnish. And yes, those are puzzle pieces in the rest of the picture (don't ask).
As far as I can tell, in every room of the clinic that is one of these printed out calendars. I have been part of a paperless group where I work for about 7 years so I am very aware when someone wastes paper. In this case, can you imagine the phenomenal waste of ink or toner?!? Jeesh, who's bright idea was it to print out 50 or so of these all-black calendars? Maybe the copier ran out of ink and that is why there was so long of a delay at the clinic today. I wouldn't doubt it.
Well, it is late and I am tired but...
Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.
Jon
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