A Comedy of Errors (true story)

Several months ago, I was assessed by my doctor as having type II diabetes, and we started the long road to getting an appointment with an endrocronologist. This was in August. The earliest appointment we could get was late November. Well, caloo calay, I got a call yesterday to say that my visit was today, nice rhyme, and bumped up a month and a half.

My folks have been concerned, as folks get, so my father offered to take a break from work to drive me down there. I'm on the phone with a client when he buzzes up. I tell him I'll be right down, and rush out the door, forgetting to bring the address, phone number, and name of the doctor. He says "What do you mean you don't know the address??"

I said "Well, I told you yesterday, didn't you write it down?"

"Why would I have written it down, it's your appointment...."

"Give me your cell phone, I'll call the GP and see if they have the info."

The info was not in my file. "Can you call back in half an hour?"

My appointment was in 15 minutes, and my dad couldn't remember his cell phone number.

I had a vague idea of the area, he had a vague memory of the actual address. There are several medical buildings in the neighborhood. We started at one, and he said "Do you recognize any of the names on the list here?"

I looked, and said "No, but I think the clinic is further up the road."

We walked back to the car, with just about ten minutes to spare, and he says "Oh ****."

"What?"

"I think I just locked us out of the car, and it's running. Well, all we can do is try walking to find the damn place."

The building was just a few blocks up the street, and I found the doctor's name on the list there. We made it with just a few minutes to spare. While I was being examined, he called CAA and got into the car, actually without their help, as I had not closed my door properly, and just pulling up the handle released the lock.

Meanwhile, I had a great examination, and the doctor was a fox, dressed in a natty pantsuit with pinstripes. My dad commented afterwards "She's attractive, isn't she?"

We made it. I have to take insulin. It all worked out in the end, and we agreed, for the mutual desire to not have the wrath of my mother, his wife, to rain down on us, that our adventure and conversation never happened. We chose to focus on the positive, but it was darn funny. :wink: