Got that scheduled.
Off to the clinic, where I told the nurse dilating my eyes, My calendar says Dr M followed by a quick check by Dr. R but only Dr M shows on my online appointments and I did see R a few weeks ago when there was a problem. Will I be seeing both?
Oh yes, she assured me, we always have you see one and then briefly the other when you’ve had the two surgeries done in tandem like that.
Dr. M came in, was pleased with my progress, went to go and I confessed to having knit each of them a hat. And that I’d then kept on going, so, choose a color?
There were five (there was also a dark blue), with a sixth color on the needles.
He loved the dark green stripes. He was thrilled.
That was fun. So I waited for his colleague to come in.
And waited. And knitted. And waited. Eight rows.
A different nurse came in, flustered, not sure how I would take the awkward news that I’d wasted my time and saying, You don’t have an appointment with Dr. R. He’s seeing you in March!
That’s fine, I assured her. I explained about having confirmed with the original nurse but it’s no big deal–just, could I ask her one favor?
?
Could you take these to Dr. R and ask him to pick one? (I figured she could interrupt him at a more knowingly timely moment than I could.) Meantime I would go to the waiting room to get out of the way.
That instantly changed everything, and when she came back to me she was radiant.
I would have sent her off with one, too, but I was afraid of a contrast between that and the unknown nurse who’d given me understandable but wrong information that perhaps had tied up their room, and I let the thought go. Didn’t know her name, didn’t want to take the other one’s time chasing people down again.
Still wondering whether I got that right.
But she was already showing me that making him happy had made her happy. She made it be enough.
(Mark my calendar. March. Two nurses. Maybe more. Be ready.)