We had a mid morning appointment far away. It was –12 F Friday morning. So we were up early. I am so NOT a morning person.
There is no snow over there…oh maybe a few piles here and there but not much snow for this time of year.
Construction is already going to start over there. Good thing we had our appointment before they started.
We have seen this before…it is called job security. Put in a street with a median then in a couple of years remove it.
Well anyways we were there a half an hour early. The Doctor was running an hour late which turned into an hour and a half. So we were there over two and a half hours. We decided not to have lab work done there because that usually takes well over an hour, so the Doc ordered lab work to be done at our local clinic. Ten minutes and you are in and out locally.
Far Guy’s appointment with his Neurologist went well, I need to keep a better eye on him and his medication. He has been having too many Trigeminal Neuralgia flares. The Doc and I would like to see him in less pain.
On the way home I got hangry…that is hungry and angry and was too bossy to the driver so I got to drive. We walked Chance and gave him some water. He was a very patient boy…unlike me.
We stopped by Hometown Crafts which used to be Ben Franklin in Detroit Lakes…I just needed two ink pads…how hard can that be? One brown and one black. I got the Chocolate Brown one but they were all sold out of the black and don’t stock refill ink except in fuschia, iris, sandlewood and some more gosh awful colors. They also had some of those dry as a bone ink pads just like our local Ben Franklin. I could come back at 5PM and talk to the gal that does the ordering…REALLY??? That is so not happening. I would have died from starvation by then…
We finally made it to our favorite “After a Doctor’s visit place to eat that serves breakfast all day.” I had blueberry pancakes…Far Guy had a Southern Biscuit Chicken something. I think I was just too hungry as it did not sit well with me and it is just sitting in my stomach many many hours later….was it the pancakes or the coffee I had in the waiting room whilst waiting?
We stopped by “the home” and visited with a friend who now has a new knee. He is in rehab for another week maybe longer since he lives alone and has to take care of himself when he gets home. He was happy to see us. Didya know that that big incision for a knee surgery no longer has stitches or staples…it is glued together and then a clear tape is put over the whole thing? They no longer use that machine that bends your knee back and forth for hours either.