So I was running late for my 9:00am blood-letting
appointment at CancerCare this morning. For some inane reason, I had decided to
plug the parking pay station with small change. Not having any loonies or toonies
and maybe some rebellion against the $2.00/hour parking fee motivated me.
Anyway, I had previously noted that small change could be fed into the parking
terminal, so I took a jar of the stuff with me. I needed three hours and that
amounts to a lot of dimes, nickels and quarters. It was also minus 18 or
something and the cold plus my chemo-savaged finger-ends were having a hard
time stuffing in the change. After the first 20 coins or so, the machine
started spitting them back at me, so I was fishing them out of the coin return
and frantically putting them back into the coin slot. Then this guy walks up to
use the machine and gives me a “searching” look. Oh, oh, I thought: he thinks
I’m a nutter. I admitted defeat and left with a printed ticket for 47 minutes.
The good news is that I was only 5 minutes late for my appointment. The bad
news is that I had to buy a bottle of water and weasel some loonies as change
from the kiosk-minder inside Health Sciences Centre and walk back to put more
money in the meter!
Then, off to an appointment with my oncologist in the
knowledge that at least I wouldn’t get a parking ticket. What else I would get,
I didn’t know.
My oncologist is a mercurial fellow and I was steeling
myself to be able to get from him the information I wanted about my treatment
plan without setting him off or putting him off. I need not have worried. He
was very focused, patient-centered, pleasant and thorough in the information he
had for me. I now am very comfortable with the current plan, about which Amanda
and I have written in previous blogs.
Next, I had to stop and renew my driver’s license and settle
some other insurance business. Well, would you believe it? This is my year for
a new photo ID! I can hardly wait to see my bald head on my new driver’s
license. Not a pretty sight! If I had any illusions about not being vain about my hair, they have been summarily shattered.
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| Val and Amanda in our very early days. A reminder of Val's red, red hair. |
I also needed to change some things on our house insurance
so the woman who deals with that stuff told the woman who was taking care of my
driver’s license that “the gentleman could come into her office when
finished”. Ok, ok, so I have been
taken as a member of the opposite sex in the past, but never before with my hat
off!
The good news is that for only $10.00, I can have a new
photo ID taken once my hair has grown in. I thought maybe I’d take up a
collection…
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