|Not the car I was driving - just a sample of some highfalutin car!|
As I pulled into the parking lot, I realized I had left my handicapped permit home. But, my mom's permit was in the car. I saw a handicapped spot unexpectedly and pulled in on the left.
I got out of the car and this crazy lady started screaming at me. She was a complete lunatic.
I had seen someone from the corner of my eye as I was looking side to side. She was in the middle of the lot walking toward me. I assumed she was going to go to what would have been my right, to enter the building. Apparently not.
I was startled to say the least. This lady was screaming at the top of her lungs. She said, "Pedestrians have the right of way, but you don't care with your highfalutin car!" She accused me of some other ridiculous things, called me by a name she saw on the car, and carried on yelling. We exchanged a few words (I wasn't polite).
|Nurse Ratched - One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest|
For the record, I was driving my mom's car. While it is a nice car, I wouldn't call it highfalutin! I saw the woman walking as I was looking both ways for a spot and when I saw a handicapped spot, I jumped on it. She was never in any danger, she was not close to my car, there really was no issue.
She obviously planned to go straight and when I turned to park it disrupted her. I dared to turn in front of her, blocking her from her stride straight, supposedly, but she wasn't really near me.
She lost her mind the minute I exited the car.
If there's a nut out there, THEY FIND ME! It never fails. After about two minutes of the nonsense, I literally waved her off and entered the building.
My appointment went well, I guess. I saw the nurse, PA, and doctor. The doctor is sending me to yet another GIST!!!!! Whoooo hooooo. Lucky me.
I am to see a Rheumatologist! Yay, one more name to add to my long list of doctor's names in my phone! The ENT wrote down the name of what he thinks it may be for me to discuss with the new GIST! The new GIST is the one who needs to order the test for this suspected ailment.
The ENT also suggested I see the same specialist the allergist and PA had recommenced. (See Round and Round We Go... The Saga Continues). It's clear that doctor is the man to see. Suddenly his name is being thrown at me left and right, yet, not one doctor recommended him in all these years. Go figure.
Unfortunately, I told the ENT, the doctor doesn't take my insurance. I explained I do have an appointment with a doctor who works somewhat with that doctor (she covers for him when he's away). Maybe she could collaborate with him. I don't know, we shall see.
I worked in the insurance field many years. One change I always wished they would make would be that ALL doctors MUST accept ALL insurance plans.
So I've been told for the past eight years, by many, many GISTS, I am a medical mystery! I'd rather have hit lotto. Someone else could have this honor. ...
The good news is, I lost 5 more pounds!
|not my prom gown, just a sample. My mom made me a gorgeous prom gown!|
Just kidding. I no longer have my prom gown. I finally gave it up about 10 years ago.
And so, the saga continues. Stay tuned...