I'm a too little tired to give the most detailed account of today, partly due to the fact that my clinic went until 7 pm. I was at St. Mikes from 12:30 - 7 pm, so yes, a VERY long clinic!
The details . . .
I kind of got the impression today was going to be a long one when it took me 15 minutes to get an elevator... the first elevator car arrived packed full of people and a stretcher. The paramedic holding onto the railing of the stretcher gave me a sympathetic "sorry" and I tried not to look too disappointed as the doors teasingly closed again. A little peek-a-boo session of sorts. I waited a few more minutes and the second car came, this one only had two occupants, a man in a wheelchair and I assume his wife pushing him. "Get out the way please" the pushy woman announced, and I stepped back to let them pass, only to have the elevator doors shut on my face and swiftly leave. Apparently being the broken girl with oxygen still doesn't qualify for someone to hold the door for you. "Motherfucker" I said out loud as I pressed the button again, with a little more force than necessary. The only satisfaction I got from this moment is when I heard the couple looking for their exit and I realized they were going the wrong way and got off on the wrong floor... too bad they pissed off their would-be tour guide. Anywho, after 15 minutes and running into an RT, who kindly gave me his extra poppy (random exchange, but I noted that I can't seem to find them anywhere), I finally made it to clinic.
