Ted, in one last attempt to address his chronic pain, made an appointment with a neurologist at St. Anthony's. It was a piece of cake because I knew just where the office was. What I didn't know was that the roads around the office building were closed in order to put in trolley tracks. We drove endlessly for this 8:45 appointment and finally found a fairly close parking garage. Just as we were to go into the office building I asked Ted if he remembered to note what floor the car was on. He had not. Did I mention that Ted is mostly confined to a wheel chair now.

We wheeled him into the office and it was crammed full. Not a chair was available. The receptionist said, "We are so sorry, The doctor is in emergency surgery and we don't know when he will be through". We decided not to wait on the doctor.
We made another appointment for August eighth and left to find our
car. There was another man in the elevator who was clueless as to where his car was too. The buttons that controlled the parking garage were marked with letters instead of numbers. The man in the elevator was unable to understand this and just got out to wander around all four floors. After punching all the letter buttons, I found our car where Ted had illegally parked it. This was another concern because the parking garage was full. I failed to mention that we were very low on gas and finding a gas station was an immediate concern. We made it which was a blessing as it was supposed to be one of those hundred degree temperature days.

It could have been much worse than it was but it was such a comedy of errors!