235 Miles to Nowhere

I've been listening to books on CD in the car lately. It's a very good thing.

Yesterday, Kara discovered that the antigens that she needed from the clinic did not find their way home with her on Thursday. Experience has shown that as tough as life can be under normal circumstances, without the correct antigens, it can be hell.

I told her to call the clinic and find out what time the antigens could be available for pickup, and I would go and get them. The answer came back 1:00.

I left for the clinic at 12:45 and drove the 58.8 miles to Dallas, picked up a little brown envelope with a glass vial inside, and drove the 58.8 miles back. Actually, it was probably a few more miles, because I took the opportunity to test out some potential alternate routes and stop at a store.

I got home at 3:45 and gave Kara her stuff. I had just barely sat back down to work when I heard her shout "Oh, no!"

The envelope contained the wrong antigen.

By this time it was 4:00, and the clinic closes at 5. I told Kara to call the clinic and find out what was going on, and that I was going to start driving because if I waited, there would be no way I could make it in time.

So I started on yet another 58.8 mile trip to Dallas. About 15 minutes in, Kara called and let me know that the boss lady at the clinic would be waiting for me with the correct antigen.

It turns out that the person she had talked to yesterday morning and told her the vial would be at the front desk by 1:00 had never actually taken it to the front desk.

Apparently this is not the first time that this [adjective redacted] clinic employee (who's name starts with a "J" and ends with "ennifer") has made a big mess of things. (No sour grapes here.....)

As Alyssa would say: "Stupid Guy!"

Amazingly, the 58.8 miles home went very smoothly, especially considering that it was after 5:00 on a Friday.

Comments

Josi said…
Ah man, I hate it when that happens! What a lucky girl to have a hubby willing and able to make the trip for her :-) Hope she's feeling better.
9/12/07, 6:01 PM
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