Thursday, November 18, 2021 — What a day today has been. I went to bed a bit after 1 a.m. and woke at 5:30 a.m. My sleep was very light because I was anxious about today’s appointment with the dermatologist. I arrived at the office at 10:30 a.m. for a 10:45 a.m. appointment. When I walked in, there was an elderly man standing at the window and the receptionist was setting a follow-up appointment for him. I walked up and as I did, I happened to look down at the floor and there were puddles of blood with streaks running towards the exit door. I turned to the receptionist and as I gave her my name, I said, “You have blood all over the floor here.” She looked at me and calmly said, “We do? I’ll get someone to clean it up.” At that, she went back to checking me in. I walked across the room, giving the bloody trail a wide berth and stood by a woman towards the back of the room. Another woman started to get up from her seat and I thanked her but said I was fine. Still, no one had come to clean up the blood. At this point, I decided if they were allowing patients to leave an exam room bleeding as this patient was, and had such a nonchalant attitude about blood, I didn’t think I wanted anyone in that office working on my skin. I walked up to the receptionist and said, “I’m sorry. I have to cancel.” She looked at me a bit shocked and said, “O.k.”
Then I went to WalMart to see if they could unlock my cell phone — another quagmire of computer stuff that I won’t go into here. Suffice to say it took two trips to Walmart and two long phone calls to my cell phone provider to get my phone reset.
When I did get home, I told Robert about the incident at the dermatologist’s office and told him how it had affected me. I then said I was going to call our insurance company and report them. Which I did. I’m not squeamish as a rule, but for whatever reason, seeing all of that blood shook me. I think it was also because of a poor night’s sleep and no breakfast, just a cup of coffee. Plus, the stress of the cell phone mess.
Tonight, I fixed myself a glass of light eggnog with half a shot of rum in it–it was all that was left in the pint bottle that’s been in the pantry since we moved in here — 14 years ago! LOL But, I’m totally enjoying it.
Be safe, take good care of yourself, and please remember to tell those you love that you love them.