It's been a day.
I woke up tired and cranky and emotional having slept badly for the last two nights. I'm keeping myself up late reading and then waking up too early worrying.
Today was the day I was going to finally see an orthopaedic specialist about my knee. I've been giving this day mythic significance as the first day of recovery and the start of a new regime to stay knee healthy for life. I've also been fearing this day as the one where I am sentenced to life as a cripple. This latter is unlikely, but the fear is there.
First thing this morning, the doctor's secretary confirmed my appointment for 3:45 and asked for the x-rays I had had taken a few weeks ago. Well, the lab is supposed to need 24 hours notice to give you your x-rays, but I said I'd try. So. I don't know the lab's name or phone number. I just know where it is. It took a lot of sleuthing to finally find the number, but they agreed right away to get the x-rays ready for me. It helps that I schmoozed with the secretary about her dog and his training troubles last time.
I hobbled on my cane to the lab by bus and subway and then hightailed it to the hospital by subway and streetcar with x-rays in hand. I was feeling exhausted and had a simmering pool of anger hiding under the surface, causing little ripples in my skin. One person blocking my way got a loud "excuse me" and, when he didn't move, got shoved aside by my righteous cane of justice as I tried to gank the last seat on the streetcar.
I got to the hospital in time but realized I had forgotten my magic blue key-to-the-faerieland University Health Network hosptial ID. So I went to line up for a new one, knowing I'd now be late, imagining the doctor dismissing my late ass for months with an impreious wave. The Admitting Department had ONE person taking info and issuing cards and she was also on phone duty, taking endless calls from impatient doctors. The guy in front of me in line asked EVERYTHING and flirted with the girl endlessly while I got later and later.
Finally, magic Yu Gi Oh, Gambit-charged blue card of power in hand, I speed-limped to Orthopaedics, was made to wait 15 minutes and then told that the doctor couldn't see me today because he had emergency surgery to rush to. I was given the option of waiting until he came back which would be 2 or 3 hours. I was ready to do it until I was told that I would have to sit in the waiting room because they were locking the doors and there was no real guarantee how long his surgery would take anyway.
So, I took a taxi home. Fuck it. That sounds easy, but I'm cheap. But fatigue triumphs. I have an appointment next Tuesday at 4.
If you'll allow me:
AAAAARRRRHHHHHHHGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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