You know the saying, confession is good for the soul but bad for the reputation. Well, I probably shouldn't share this, but...
Had a moment yesterday. A brunette-acting-blond moment. It's rather embarrassing, actually. Let me start with my defense. My life is really busy right now, especially at work, and I do feel scattered most of the time, but something like this, well, I can't have dementia yet, can I?
Wednesday, I realized that my follow-up doctor's appointment was Thursday at 11:15 a.m. So I went about arranging to go: informed both bosses and the receptionists, arranged around various work activities, canceled a long-planned lunch with a friend, etc. On Thursday, I was in full-run mode. I was moving and solving from the moment I arrived. At 11:08 a.m., I tore out of the building and rushed to my doctor's office. I arrived at 11:18 a.m. (late, but she always is so I wasn't too worried), signed in, and plunked myself down in the waiting area to read a magazine. My doctor's office is a small, single-doctor office, and I've been going for years, so everyone there knows me by sight (read: there is no anonymity here). A moment after seating myself, the receptionist calls me up to the desk, "Uh, J, your appointment is at 11:15 a.m. on the 20th."
Long pause on my end. "That's next Thursday, isn't it?" "Mmhum," a smile trying to break free from her tightly clasped lips. Me: "Am I the earliest person ever for an appointment?" "Bwahaha..." We both broke out laughing loudly.
All I can say is, I'm glad I'm thirty-five not seventy-five, 'cause they would have sent me in for memory tests in a heartbeat otherwise. Perhaps they should anyway...
A tad embarrassed, but early for once in her life,
-J
(c) 2008
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Your uncle feels much better knowing that he isn't the only one who does things like this.
However, I can't remember whether or not I was doing them at age 35.
Maybe that's what I need to get me places on time--a week's head start!
Allison
So I caught up on two weeks of your blog today. Apparently I should keep up more as I had a few comments. I posted some of them anyway. Then again, it's probably good that I post late and only you will really see them.
Reminds me of the time I showed up a week early for a lady's luncheon. Instead of the officer's wives, it was a bunch of old ladies meeting at the same spot for a garden club luncheon. I was so embarrassed. I still went to the officer's luncheon nervous as all get out.
Your Uncle may never have turned up for a doctor's appointment a week early but he did show up for class once 9 hours early. When he was in seminary he was working fulltime and also taking 17 hours a semester. Half the time he didn't know if he was coming or going. One day he came home exhausted and fell asleep, only sleeping a few hours. He awoke, convinced that he had overslept and was late to his class. He got angry with me for letting him oversleep and proceeded to go on to class. He wondered when he got to the seminary why the parking lot was empty and it was so dark outside. It was 11 pm. That was probably 19 years ago so that would of made him just younger than you are now.
He apologized to me later.
How funny. You used to be blonder, so maybe it is staying with you.
Too bad they could not just work you in.
Rachel
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