Trip to L

I took Mary with me to L. today—it’s an hour and a half drive. I went to have my Ovarian Cancer Screening. Driving around L., I was annoyed at myself at how quickly I lose my temper. It was raining and the stupid college students just walk out into the street and expect the drivers to stop. Since I never drove around campus, I didn’t know where to park and so was late for my appointment. Trying to find a handicapped parking space was also confusing for me because I’ve never done that in a parking garage. It was actually very easy but I was just stupid about it. However, getting out of the garage was not easy. You just don’t realize that as a pedestrian you can walk almost anywhere but with a wheelchair (and especially with an elderly person in that wheelchair), you have to look for the sidewalks and the special ramp place to get up on them. Instead of just crossing the street where you want, you absolutely have to use the light or the pedestrian crossing. Needless to say, I was 20 minutes late. I’d started getting ready to leave 2 ½ hours ahead of time. Argh! And then they had a message at the sign-in that if you were 15 minutes late, they would reschedule your appointment. This is an appointment that you have to make six months ahead of time.

(Just a note—Mary’s sitting in her chair nodding off but if I ask if she wants to go to bed, she says in a short while. I told her I’m going to start calling her just-a-minute-Mary. She never wants to go to bed, even though she goes right to sleep. She said a minute ago that she wasn’t sleepy, although she was getting tired. Personally, I don’t know what the difference is.)

I took Mary with me into the room to get the ultrasound of my ovaries and I think Mary was embarrassed, although she said she wasn’t, because she kept saying that I could have left her out in the waiting room. I didn’t’ want anything happening to her.

After we were finished, I took her over to meet the secretaries in the foreign language department. I just love those women! Azhar is from Russia and Lillian is from Peru. I hope when the weather gets better (and Mary’s foot) that we can go and maybe have lunch with them.

It was really strange pushing an old lady around the campus with all these young people walking around. It drives me insane when young people dress absurdly.

From there we went to a local Starbuck’s to meet another friend of mine. We only had about 20 minutes and she was a bit stressed out—she’s a mother of a rather spoiled (my opinion) 8 year old (?) who’s working on her Doctorate.

Luckily the rain held off all the while we were there. I was worried about taking Mary out in the rain. It was a bit chilly, which worried me. I can’t put a sock on Mary’s right (sore) foot. For some reason she can wear a house slipper, but a sock hurts her.

I’m taking Mary tomorrow to get checked for a UTI. I kind of hope she has one because she’s been really shaky and a bit confused lately. That would explain it at least.