The other day I received an automated phone call from Ruby’s neurologist’s office.   It was a call to remind us of her Wednesday appointment.

Okay, got it.

So today I gathered her up and Elijah as a tag-a-long date and headed the 29 miles to the neurologist.  To make a long story short, I found that her appointment was actually NEXT week.  I said, “But they called to remind me….”  “Ya, we’re doing that now about 10 days ahead.”

10 days?

Seriously?

Whatever happened to the reminder call the day or maybe two before?  I guess us Americans need a 10 day reminder and then some of us silver-haired Americans still can’t get it right!  Aye-yi-yi.

I graciously explained that I didn’t even know what day today was, other than Wednesday and that I was so sorry, but could someone see us anyway?  I told them Ruby was doing fantastic neurologically and probably all we needed was about a 5 minute appointment with a little “a-okay”.

I leaned over closer and whispered quietly, “Actually if you are willing, we even just let Ruby see you.”  {Miss Appointment Gal was not even slightly amused.  Probably cause she knew I was only slightly kidding.  But she still could have smiled a tad.  I mean, come on, really, smiles are free and are easier on her facial muscles than the grumpy pants look she gave me.}

Medically speaking Ruby just needed to be given itsy-bitsy stamp of approval so we could get her seizure prescription for the next 6 months.

We were told to wait.  That was a good sign!

I texted Dw and asked him to pray.  I did not want to come back next week and actually, another one of the kids has an appointment next Wednesday in a different part of the city {silver-headed mama didn’t know I had inadvertently double-booked and YES I have a calendar}.

Thankfully, they squeezed Miss Ruby in after a semi-long wait and the doc himself was wonderful {he always is.}  I thanked him for squeezing us in.  He laughingly explained, “The other day I went to see my own doctor and had actually gone on the wrong day too.”

So there you go!  He’s about 15 years younger than me, so I felt comforted, I’m not the only one.

Ruby slept through the uneventful quicky appointment.  So grateful he saw us.

Anyway, I didn’t sleep much last night.  My brain was on over-drive.  Whirling.

So I’m going to head to bed semi-early and tomorrow, Lord willing, I will share the idea for the numerous categories of folks who stop by our Place Called Simplicity, which I shared on Part 4 last week.

Stay tuned.  It’s gonna’ be good.