A Very Strange Day

6:45 am OilMan calls from work because something he emailed from home didn't arrive. I attempt to help but we apparently aren't speaking the same language

I wait around, missing my class, for him to call me back.

9:15am Dana and I walk dogs around the lake. As Ozzie is coming out, dripping, a nice woman says there was a sign posted somewhere warning against letting dogs go in the lake because of the presence of toxic algae. (we never found the sign)

10:30am Call to doctor regarding a possible infected thumb due to throwing sticks in the lake for Ozzie

11am OilMan arrives, disappears for the day into his office
11:05am Says nothing wrong with the computer. Implies it's me.


1;25pmI arrive late at the doctor's office due to roadworks I forgot about. Doctor orders an x-ray to rule out a bone infection, mentions possibility of a hand specialist, and wants me to come back in a week. (I am again reminded of Peter's comment, "that's what you get for going to the doctor") Orders two kinds of antibiotic. While making the return appointment I realize I don't have my wallet because I grabbed the wrong purse.

2pm Drive home. Can't find wallet
2:01pm Realize the wallet is still in the glove compartment from when we went to the lake with the dogs.

2:03pmDrive back to exact same building I was just in for x-ray (only now there is no place to park).

2:30pm check into x-ray department with tired receptionist, where elderly woman who appears to be almost catatonic waits with her husband. Technician helps them in, they all come out again 5 minutes later. Technician goes out the door with them holding elderly woman's hand. There is a magazine cover with no magazine in it and six Time magazines from 2010. I pray that she isn't the only technician.

3pm She is. She's very apologetic for making me wait, but felt she couldn't leave the little old people to struggle out on their own. Apparently none of the three or four other people gossiping in the front office could help them.

3:15pm Drive to new pharmacy* to pick up prescriptions. Pharmacy has been broken into and there is plywood over two of the three front windows. Pharmacist asks me if I can wait because he hasn't been able to fill prescriptions yet because of the broken windows. While I wait I look at the collections of antique bottles, toy motorcycles, antique plates, toy motorcycles, pictures of Little League teams sponsored by the pharmacy and the weird and wonderful three dimensional ceiling treatment of ducks I chose for today's blip.

3:45pm I leave with every one of our monthly prescriptions plus the antibiotics from the doctor and the dentist. Hallelujah!!

*This is a new pharmacy--the only family run, non-chain pharmacy left in town--which we switched to because the old one never once got our monthly prescriptions right in eight months. The pharmacist introduced himself to me as Robert and greeted every customer who came in the door. I love this place.