Target Practice Begins

Why is it that whenever hospital staff ask if you'd like an appointment in the morning or afternoon, they give you whatever time of day you've said you don't want? Today's CT scan and tattoo are scheduled for late morning; that suits me well. Next week, however, I have afternoon appointments. Now, who wants to do an 80 km round trip into a city and back on a Friday afternoon? Certainly not me! They tell me that when I go for the first appointment, I can select times that suit me better for the course of treatment. We'll see...

I'm getting ready now to go for my first "planning meeting". Apparently this will last for about 40 minutes. What do I need to take with me? Change for the car park? It's difficult to find a space, so I'll probably need to park in neighbouring street, but if I don't take change, I'll cetainly need it. My appointment schedule? That would probably be useful. Myself? I suppose I should... But I'd much rather be out walking in the sunshine.

Thank goodness the forecast snow hasn't arrived yet. The thought of an 80 km round trip in a blizzard is not appealing... It is, however, a glorious morning - as this view from my window demonstrates.


Time to go now. I hate hospitals. And I hate hospital waiting rooms even more. Maybe I'll learn to love them over the next month or so. Maybe.