Thursday, March 26, 2015

How Was Your Day?

Today was an off-day...

The therapist with whom I've been working since a former neighbor died in my house and I started the morning playing dropped call with our cell phones, eventually ending up talking about my mother and some of the strange patterns that trigger anger in me...Nothing I had not already sussed out, but what to do to get beyond it is the hard part.

Then, because I had a medical appointment and had made arrangements with the paratransit for pick up three days ago, I waited out their hour window. When no vehicle appeared, I called and was told the driver was three to five minutes away. After ten minutes had elapsed with no-one in sight, I called again. This time, the driver was six minutes away...Something was off with their math, but rather than argue, I waited another ten minutes, calling a third time to be told the driver was stuck in traffic. The bus finally appeared at 2:18 PM, three minutes after I was to have been at my appointment. I had called the clinic and advised them of the situation. I arrived at 2:46 PM and my appointment was scheduled for 2:45. I then waited over an hour in a crowded medical school clinic, advising the young technician that I needed to be done by 5PM for my ride home. What happened instead was that she checked me over but I still needed to see the doctor and that had not happened at 5 o'clock when I entered the lobby to find someone waiting to take me home. This was not the same person who dropped me off as the drivers work different shifts...This isn't the first time this has transpired and I will need another appointment...I am seriously thinking of finding a private practice physician, though that is no guarantee against an overbooked office...

Then, there was the atmosphere of the place...everyone was glued to the CNN broadcasts regarding the deliberate plane crash in the Alps and the fire and building explosion in Manhattan. On edge, mouths agape, talking...Did wonders for my already fraying nerves...I closed my eyes against the din and breathed as deeply as I could manage, sending as much positive energy in my mind to the hurt and bereaved. By the time I reached my door a bit after six, I was exhausted but happy to be home. I'm hoping tomorrow will be better, though not unfortunately for those who died in that crash or the firey explosion or their loved ones...

12 comments:

Steve Reed said...

Oh, brother. Is the paratransit a private company, or a government service? I'm wondering if there is a competitor you can call, to "take your business elsewhere."

Yesterday was a crazy news day! I can't stop reading about that pilot. I have a million questions.

e said...

Hart plus is part of HART, subsidized as part of the ADA, I pay a fare of four dollars each way. Our tax dollars at work. The taxi companies are just as bad, not enough wheelchair drivers and you need to book in advance. Uber would be worse, which is why it has been banned by some countries in Europe and Google has stepped away from funding its efforts to come here.

bulletholes said...

For a while I thought I was the only old bloggerleft. Even Goole-Bot has stopped following me! But I've stayed steady enough, posting 8 a month or so.
Regarding the post, I'm wondering if people should really haz planes.

the fly in the web said...

Mother uses the hospital car service when she has appointments as she is able to use a normal car....this is staffed by volunteers who have a petrol allowance.
When she was using a wheelchair she needed the hospital ambulance service.
Both are free as part of the NHS.....both have their glitches....but on the whole it works.

37paddington said...

I imagine the only good part of this long exhausting day is the profound relief on returning home at the end of it. I hope your next trip will go more smoothly.

Jenny Woolf said...

This kind of situation - when everyone is slow and delaying - is so stressful and annoying. As you say the only thing to do is be grateful that it is not worse. I hope you're feeling calmer now.

e said...

Nice to see you here...I'm glad you are getting along well. Most of the folks who were blogging when I started have stopped, it seems.

e said...

That is because the British system, even with all of its problems, puts the needs of citizens among its priorities. The US does not.

e said...

Me too, and thanks for stopping in.

e said...

This happens repeatedly and I know it is beyond my control except for lodging a complaint which no-one will do anything about...So I stay calm...Thanks for popping in.

the walking man said...

In 2002 & 2007 when I fractured my neck (yes twice) and the time of recovery from the surgeries I had to use those medical transports--never, never again. I know you have to have a wheel chair lift but there has to be a better way than drivers who get paid by the run.

Birdie said...

First, thank you for visiting and leaving a comment on my blog. :-)

We have services similar where I live in British Columbia and it seems the same problems exist, You pretty much have to make the whole day available for one appointment. That is especially exhausting when you are already dealing with poor health.