It seems as if every appointment with Occupational Therapy is to be fraught with obstacles. First one, there was the wild kid running around who crashed into my knee. The second one had the broken brake on the hydraulic table/bed. The third one was cancelled! That's right! No sooner had I gotten my untimely treatment started after two months of delays, than my third appointment was cancelled!
I was driving T-Hoe on Errand Day, trying to turn into the bank while avoiding a guy on a mower whizzing across the entrance. My cell phone rang. I tried to answer with one hand while steering with the other. The Pony had said the number calling had last been used last week.
"Oh! That's the hospital number. My leg appointments. Give it to me! Hello?"
"Mom. It didn't slide. You haven't answered. Here. Let me get it."
The Pony accepted the call, and I pulled up into the employee parking area to take it.
"Is this HM? I'm calling for HM about her appointment tomorrow at 8:30."
"This is her."
"Your therapist is sick, and won't be in tomorrow. So your appointment is cancelled."
"Oh. That's okay with me. Thank you so much for calling to let me know."
"We have you on Monday at 1:00."
"Yes. I'll be there. Thank you."
I'm not disappointed to miss that session. I don't really like to get out of the Mansion that early. I just hope they don't tack that on at the end of the 12 weeks now!
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