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A short, but true , story about a doctor's visit I took my father to, that turned into an adventure of sorts. These things happen to all of us at one time or another, or at least I hope so. Read this for a laugh and know that when you are having one of those days, you are not alone in the world.

A day in the life of....... of Reba Kay Pope.

Well, actually, it was only a few hours.....

Today was the follow up from Dad's Cataracts surgery. The appointment was scheduled for 10:30. I left work at 9:57, giving myself 33 minutes to get Dadto his appointment --- PLENTY of time for normal folks. As I head toward my car, I mentally pat myself on the back for having had the forethought to park (illegally, I might add) in visitor parking so I would be closer and save time.

I speed along the interstate toward Dad's, making good time. I exit onto McDuff and just minutes and blocks from Dad's house, I get caught by the train. Anyone who has ever been caught by a train there knows how slow those trains can be.

So, I immediately whip the car around and head back to the interstate to
circumvent the train. I'm starting to panic a little because I've just lost
about 5-7 minutes. Of course, there is an elderly gentleman in front of me,
driving an old Mercury Sable, going 15 miles an hour on the on-ramp to merge
into traffic that is going 55 mph!! I painfully follow him up the ramp, and
the minute I can, I zoom around him, and down the interstate, taking the Lenox exit to Edgewood. Though still a little panicky, I'm still thinking I can make it.


I take Highway to Edgewood, breaking speed limit laws and praying that I don't get caught and receive yet another ticket. All of a sudden, I realize that something is wrong with the street...yep, you guessed right, I'm going in the WRONG direction.

I swerve quickly into someone's driveway and turn around. My car made this weird noise when I threw it into reverse, but I pretended not to
hear it. Now I know we're going to be late because I've used up all of my
'spare' time. I round the curve on Edgewood toward Dad's and let out a curse as I see the red lights flashing that signify ANOTHER train. I decide to wait this time, which actually happened to be a good decision on my part. Less than a minute later, the railroad bars come up, and I pass through, turn onto Beaver Street and head toward his house.

I screech to a halt in front of Dad's and he is, of course, waiting impatiently on the front porch. We now have SIX minutes to get downtown. I think, 'okay,
I can still make it.'

Silly, silly Reba.

Back down Beaver Street we go, where
I almost hit a guy who apparently thought it was safe to pull his truck (and trailer) out into traffic on a curve in the road (where no one can see him). Dad (who sounds like Chewy from Star Wars) yells and shakes his fist at the man. If I hadn't been in such a hurry, I would have found this really funny.

We continue toward the office. Unlike the day before when we went for his
surgery, Dad knows where this office is. He instructs me to head down Beaver, jump on I-95, take Union to Ocean. The Union to Ocean I'm sure of, but I'm skeptical about the I-95 part. I think this will put us past the Union exit. Dad is certain that he is right. Now remember, he is a 69 year old, stubborn, deaf man, and we are trying to sign to each other as I'm driving (speeding) down the road. Then, factor in yesterday's episode of getting lost on the way to the surgery center, and my general directional impairedness. I am in no position to argue with him.

I jump on I-95. I know immediately that it's wrong and that Union is behind us. I tell him as much. Dad still thinks he's right, and tells me to keep going. Then, he sees the sign for the 8th Street exit. Now, HE lets out a curse. I zoom off of I-95, backtrack to and turn left onto Union. We're almost there. I change lanes to go around a bus that has stopped in front of me and quickly jump back into my lane. What I didn't realize, and couldn't see because of the bus, was that my lane was blocked by construction, so I lose more time trying to get back over again. Ocean Street, and thus the doctor's office, is just ahead. Of course, there is construction and orange cones blocking the front. I'm not familiar with the office parking and with the construction blocking my view, I have to drive past or risk getting rear ended. I can't make a right on Ocean because someone sometime in history decided that one way streets were a good idea. Then, I have to pass up
the next 2 streets. The first one is blocked off, the second one runs the same way as Ocean. I circle the three blocks back around to Ocean, pull up alongside the curb, and push my Dad out of the car.

We are 10 minutes late.

I look out and all around me are 'no parking' signs. I make friends with the construction workers who tell me I can leave my car there and that they won't let anyone bother it or ticket me. I thank them and make my way through the sand (the sand is from the construction) in my open toe shoes (UGH). As I round the corner, I see there IS parking and an opening in the cones that I missed the first time. I head back through the sand to my car. The workers are, of
course gone, leaving my car to fend for itself.


I move my car to the parking lot, and hurry inside to wait....wait.....wait with Dad.

And, while we waited and moved through various rooms and lobbies during his
appointment, I wrote down this crazy chain of events.

Now, I ask you, who has this much trouble in a 40-minute time span? THIS is how I managed to buy 5 tickets to the Gorge when I meant to buy 2!!!!

Maybe I need to live on a secluded island, or in a padded cell, out of harm's way.

Believe it or not, everything in this story, with the exception of pushing Dad out of the car, is true .



Princess of Chaos
--- here for your amazement and amusement

P.S. Post op surgery report - Dad is doing well, and his eye looks as
expected the day after surgery. We made it from the office to his house in 6 minutes.

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