Quite the day...(and a long post)

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Hello, all ! I didn't expect to be quite as long, but... Today I was supposed to see the surgeon who did my "gall bladder-ectomy", but that wasn't until 12:30 p.m., so I managed to make and appointment with my chiropractor, who I haven't seen since before my surgery, and I took a Lyft to see him. It still wasn't 12:30 yet, so I called another Lyft to take me to the bank. I waited, and waited...and when the app on my phone said the driver was there and they weren't, I cancelled the ride and started walking, which I should have done anyway. When I passed the parking lot next door, I saw a vehicle that I wondered whether or not it was the ride I had been waiting for, and when I went up the driver said, "Stacey?" so sure enough it was. The GPS had sent her to the wrong place. It turned out she was headed to the same bank, so I went in and she followed a bit later. When I was done with my business, she said that she hadn't been paid since I initially cancelled the ride. Oops. So I asked her how much the ride was, and then got back in line to get change for the cash I'd gotten and gave her my payment. Then I called a third Lyft to take me to my follow-up appointment with the surgeon, and when I got there the nurse/receptionist and a lady who was there were talking about where the doctor could be. So I waited there while the nurse/receptionist called this person and that person to see where the doctor was, and to re-arrange appointments -- the lady next to me was fuming and talking about how rude the doctor was not to show up. The nurse was getting worried and saying how it wasn't like him to not call -- she even called the Doctor's brother, who had an office just over in the next building, and asked him to call the doctor, but no go. After a couple of hours (I was trying to help the fuming lady to get the Lyft app on her phone so she wouldn't have to pay a cab again, as she'd taken a cab there and Lyft's a little cheaper) the doctor showed up. The building was very open, and so when he went to the back I could hear what he and the nurse were saying, and evidently the doctor had looked at the wrong part of the calendar and did not think he'd had to come in earlier. I have done similar things -- even missed doctor appointments because I looked at the wrong part of the calendar, so I wasn't mad. I had liked him the first time I'd met him -- and doctors are only human, too. So the fuming lady went in to see him first, then another lady came in and I was talking to her, and then the doctor called me. He asked me how I was doing and if I was having any pain, and checked how my scars were healing. I told him 1) that I didn't have any pain from eating things, just sometimes a bit of discomfort, (for example, I had a bit of discomfort in the gall bladder area and 2) that the mini candy bar I had just eaten from the bowl on the nurses' counter had given me a bit of discomfort, but no pain. I also asked what I "could not" eat, as people had been telling me all kinds of things, and one man at church Sunday even told me that I was now "Lactose intolerant" because I had had my gall bladder out. I said that none of the people who had told me this or that were doctors, so I wanted to ask him. He told me that I should eat healthy, but I had no dietary restrictions, so I could go ahead and get another candy bar from that bowl. I could not tell you how happy I was--I miss my cheese and milk ! So, I went back out to the waiting room ... oh, something else I forgot, before the doctor got there, the nurse was helping me with some disability papers that I was told by my boss that I should get so I could get paid for when I did not work, and when the doctor got there, he helped her do that. I have to go and pick those papers up another day this week. I called another Lyft to take me home, and for some reason they (the people who work the Lyft app) had changed the configuration of the app so that I hit the wrong button and sent the guy to pick me up at some place I never heard of, so I asked the nurse what the address was there, then saw it on one of the doctor's cards on the counter, and I called the Lyft driver and told him the actual address where to pick me up. So, after ten or fifteen minutes or so, he arrived, I got a ride home. I was talking to the driver about my day, and what the doctor said about my getting another chocolate bar from the bowl, and the driver said, "So the doctor prescribed you chocolate." Yeah, that worked for me. By the time I got home it was four 'o' clock, so I took Angel for a walk, put the garbage out, fed Angel, then came in here to talk to you guys. Wowee. That was some day.... PS: Oh, and I had had groceries delivered while I was at the doctors, and thankfully none of the perishables seemed too badly defrosted/melted by the time I got home.