Friday 17th A Good Start. A Good End. BUT IN BETWEEN @##**&

 


It started well

Zion's appointment at the Ellenton Animal Hospital  (19 miles away) was for 8:00 a.m.  I arrived thirty minutes early.   A staff member saw us in the parking lot, welcomed us heartily, and admitted Mr. Z at 7:35.  

That gave me good time to drive home and have breakfast before driving at Bradenton for my 10:30 consultation at Eye Associates.

Except that either I misread the Google Maps directions or Google got them wrong.  ( I don't have a GPS/SatNav, but had downloaded them to my mobile phone).

Merde Alors I turned right off Manatee Ave. instead of turning right off Cortez Ave.  Then I got lost (very lost)  in the plusher regions of Bradenton.

I called Eye Associates to tell them that I was lost and late.

Ne'er mind.  I was offered a 2:30 p.m. slot today.  Whoop de doo, except that the Eye Surgeon was running late. The intake nurse saw me at 3:00.

I asked if the surgeon would be through with me by 4:00 so that I could get to the Ellenton Clinic in good time to "retrieve" Zion.  She doubted it.

So we re-scheduled  the consultation for Twelfth Night  (Jan 6th  2023).

That's just a consultation, so Lord knows when I'll get my cataracts surgical  appointments.  

I wish that it could be sooner, but Zion was my priority for today.

Today ended well, and why not?  The first words that  the Ellenton Animal  Hospital  clerk uttered when I picked him up late this afternoon were "he is so very sweet".  Of course.

At 6:50 p.m. today he is a sleepy head.  So am I!


And the bandage on Z's leg?  That's where the  I.V . was plugged in during his surgery  I've left in on for effect! 









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