So here I am, having gotten up three hours early for the third time in nine days…and I am so fucking sick of it. I’m tired of being so tired, all the time. Okay, that’s off my chest, whine over.
This is the last early day that I’m aware of, anyway. Today the workers from Bathfitters are here, doing the bath enclosure. I took a “before” video of the bathroom last night and it actually came out quite well. I’m learning how to edit videos now! (Next: book trailers!) Bathfitters finishes in just one day, and then I give them a humungous check.
Tuesday I went down for the extra mammogram film. The sun was just coming up when I left the house. Fortunately, the commuter traffic and school buses were less than I expected–although North Leominster at the junction of Rte 2 and 13 is bad enough without both ongoing bridge reconstruction and some kind of utility work digging up half the road. As I was the first appointment for the day, I got my film taken right away. Then, I was supposed to wait for Dr. M to check the film.
I was sitting in the little waiting area they call “the mammography education room” (possibly because the “waiting room,” technically, is the suite lobby out front). I could hear almost every word that was spoken by nurses, patients, and technicians from the nurses’s desk out front to where I was. The suite was very quiet, but it was still remarkable. While it’s nice to know that at age 51, with tinnitus, my hearing is still that good, I have to wonder about patient confidentiality. I heard one patient explaining all about having no insurance, for instance.
I also heard the nurse tell the technician that Dr. M had just called and said he “had just woken up.” Then the technician came in to say that Dr. M “was running late” and I could wait or leave a phone number. I decided to wait. Dr. M must have hit the floor running, because he arrived fairly soon afterwards, and within about 2 minutes the technician came in again, all cheery, saying everything was fine and “see you next year.”
Whew. What an annoying ado about nothing. I’m going to remind them of this next time–make sure they get a good shot of that “posterior tissue” on the right side. This bullshit about having to wait for a call, make another appointment and go all the way down there a second time is a pain in the ass, never mind the stress of wondering if there’s something serious to worry about. And why waste both of our time, Fallon’s and mine?
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