n 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.
At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.
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Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The Second Wednesday
Today was shoe fitting day. Ma already had her coat on when I arrived. The route was the same as last week. We had to drop Dad off at the senior center, and again, he was out the door before I had brought the car to a complete stop.
There was plenty of parking at the medical center lot too. I even got a handicap parking spot. That should have been a clue.
I would never think skipping was possible with a walker, but that's what Ma did across the crosswalk and into the building. We didn't even have to wait for an elevator. The doors opened up just as I was to push the up button.
I held the elevator door open for Ma and she skipped across the lobby to the doctor's office. I reached around her and pushed the door handle. Imagine my surprise when the door wouldn't budge. It was locked tighter than Scrooge's purse! Ma kept trying the door and I finally got her to sit in a chair in the lobby while I went to the doctor's office next to the podiatrist. That office was locked too. The third office I tried was open.
The receptionist was on the phone, and I tried to be still and polite all the while screaming in my head Get off the damn phone and help me!
I told her my tale of woe and she kindly called the podiatrist's office.
Relief! Someone's in the office. The door must have been locked by mistake!
"Yes, I'll let her know," said the receptionist. She scribbled something on a note pad, tore the sheet and handed it to me. Neatly printed on the paper was the doctor's name and office number. "Their office is closed on Wednesdays. No one would have made an appointment for Wednesday. That was the answering service."
I thanked the receptionist and went to get Ma in the lobby. She was not happy, and she sputtered like a teakettle all the way to the car. It was not going to be pretty when we picked Dad up. I heard the "He's Stupid" song, along with variations on the theme. I told her the blame really wasn't on Dad, but on the doctor. Afterall, Ma was in the office last week. He could have taken her foot measurements, let her pick the shoes from the catalog, and put the paperwork aside until her primary care doctor sent the signature needed for the insurance. It would have been no skin off the podiatrist's nose. It's not like he had to pay for Ma's shoes out of his own pocket. On the other hand, he couldn't bill the insurance company for another office visit if he had taken care of business last week. I hope the needles fall off his Christmas tree.
Now, I'm not sure what happened. I wasn't sure if Dad had forgotten to make the actual appointment. He swore up and down he had called the doctor's office, and they gave him the appointment for Wednesday at 10 am. Maybe they meant the appointment was for the second Wednesday of the week. I'll have to check my PDA
You must almost have bitten through your tongue - reserves of patience you never realised you had!
ReplyDeleteAfter a few incidents like this, we learned never to trust the Weebles for appointment information. After they gave me the appointment date, I would call the doctor, business, etc. to verify the date and time.
DeleteOh no. That would have tried my patience. I hope we all age without any of these issues-grin. Enjoy the day. It's been beautiful...until the weekend again.
ReplyDeleteFingers crossed
DeleteYou should have called to double check......(hindsight is 20/20....LOL)
ReplyDeleteYeah, learned the hard way
DeleteOh dear – what an exasperating story! And to think it all started so promisingly: everyone was on time, and even a handicapped parking space was miraculously available 🚗✨. You described the whole scene so vividly – I could practically see your mom skipping with her walker. But then… that! Chaos, right when you already had more than enough on your plate: juggling two households, a job, and aging parents in need of care, especially after your mother’s stroke. That’s more than enough responsibility – no one needs appointment mayhem on top of that! 😣
ReplyDeleteBut I saw in a reply of yours that you learned something from the experience and had the appointment reconfirmed – smart move! I'm sure that came in handy in later situations as well ✅.
By the way, thank you so much for your lovely comment on my Klimt outing! 😊 Yes, I do know the story of the Woman in Gold – it was even part of our guided tour at the Klimt Villa. I’ve only ever seen a preview of the film, though – I missed it when it first came out, and somehow haven’t had the chance to watch it since 🎬. (The same goes for that Klimt film with John Malkovich, by the way… Maybe one day!)
Sending all the best,
Traude
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Experience is a great teacher
DeleteGood grief. Head banging indeed.
ReplyDeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
I carried a pocket size sign with me 😉
Delete"I tried to be still and polite all the while screaming in my head " sounds sadly VERY familiar...
ReplyDeleteMisery loves company
DeleteWell, speechless here, lol..I hope those needles did fall off and he had to bend down and pick every one up.
ReplyDeleteOh, I like your threat better 😺
DeleteThat would have been frustrating. I can see why you would want to ring the podiatrist's neck.
ReplyDeleteYeah, he could have made it easier on the Weebles
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