I find myself again in the triple-witching month when the six-month doctor’s visits coincide with the yearly doctor’s visits and I see multiple specialists in a short period of time. It’s worse if I count in Gary’s doctor visits.
Wednesday was a double-visit day. The dentist let me know my teeth were not perfectly straight, even though I had followed all the rules and achieved the goal alignment, so it will be another month of plastinated teeth for me. (Unjust, i say. Just unjust.)
From the dentist, then, to the dermatologist. The dermatologist – like next month’s ophthalmologist – is to be sure the MS medication is not causing side effects. So I trudged into the medical building where a woman joined me in the elevator.
”Seven please,” she said, and then, “Oh you’re already going there.”
I noticed on 7 that she checked the sign pointing to suite 710 and headed that direction, and when I felt myself doing precisely the same thing I called ahead to her, “Don’t tell me you’re going to 710.”
She slowly pivoted and faced me with such mock horror and amusement that I thought, this woman’s fun. So for the next ten minutes we sat in the waiting room of 710 and cross-checked birthdates, names, cities, occupations, just to be sure we weren’t actually the same person.
Her hair and my wig matched enough that we thought we might end up with each other’s procedures, but thankfully, she had a tattoo.
When my name was called, I told her if there was any identity theft in the next few weeks she’d be the prime suspect, and she essentially said, right back at you.
It was just fun, playing with a stranger. You don’t always know what you’ll get when you talk to people you don’t know.