Appointments. . .

One appointment down and two more to go for this week!  I don't know how it happens but it seems as if all my appointments will invariably occur in the same general time period.  Add the appointments for the cat and the car to the mix and it makes for a cluttered calendar. The trouble is, only two of them take place in the same direction; thirty miles to a GMC dealer and to my dentist.   Oh, I forgot - my optometrist is there, too, so that's three.  Then it is forty-five or fifty miles in two other directions to my doctor and to the veterinarian.  I really don't mind the driving since it takes me through beautiful countryside and it gives me time to relax and meditate.  Besides, if I were free to indulge my own desires, I would probably be quite content to "hole up" at home in French Woods.

Thank goodness for my GPS!  (Kids:  That's the best gift you ever gave me!) Without it I would probably still be driving around Endwell looking for the dermatologist who used to be in Vestal. That's where I spent my morning. Good news there, though.  The "spots" I was concerned about were just benign (what I call) "old age spots" and they have been 'zapped' from my forehead with a "futuristic gun-looking thing" that I'll bet my grandsons would love to get their hands on.

For eight months now I have been going through a dental implant process. Although I find the procedure absolutely amazing due to the fine precision involved, I have to admit I will be overjoyed when that process has been completed!  Meanwhile, I have managed to do something quite disasterous to one of my molars.  I'm pretty sure it is cracked.  Hence, a dental appointment bright and early in the morning.  I would like to say I'm looking forward to it because it will be a relief to have it taken care of but all I can truthfully say is that I'll be glad when it's tomorrow afternoon!

Thursday, I have an appointment to have new tires mounted.  Where?  Next door to where I will have been to my dentist the day before.  A few days after that, back in the other direction for physician follow-up.  After that, finish up dental implant. Then pre-admission testing.  Then cataract surgery. Then...who knows?  That's as far ahead as I can think without boggling my mind.

I'm not complaining, mind you, rather simply trying to keep it all straight. My fear is that I'll get mixed up one day and drive for an hour only to realize I've gone in the wrong direction.

Or...won't my periodontist be very surprised when I show up with a cat under my arm?!