The Doctor appointment. At the Hospital.

Sigh. It's been a rather long day. I had a doctor appointment today at 3:45. At the hospital. Seeing as how I've missed so much work lately, I figured I'd work 7-3:30 today to compensate. My normal hours are currently 8-4:30.

As I was prepping for the drive, in the restroom, I was overcome with an overwhelming urge to crap. I think it had something to do with popping something in my spine 20 minutes earlier. I'm almost sure it's related, seeing as how every time I leave the chiropractor, I really need to poop.

Needless to say. I left late. Thus, I got there late. Thankfully, I have a "spotter" to my "sniper" (yeah--right: I got the patience of a hot, thirsty flea!) in my wife. I called her "cause I was a bit misplaced. She righted me and she called ahead.

The wait when I got there was miserable. They had an Arizona Highways in the waiting room magazine. I read through it longingly. In the examination room, my wait was SO long, I downloaded my cell phone's first game. Noteworthy is the fact that my cell phone is well over a year old.

Ultimately, a more pleasant lady tended to me. My doctor, who I haven't seen directly since August, is a bit abrupt. Apparently her abruptness was foiled many times over today. After a bit of unusually polite persuasion on my part, I left with a referral to a physical therapist. Yup. My back's still outta whack.

In my haste to get to the doctor's office, I didn't take note of my parking spot. In an 8 story tall parking garage. I had a vague idea of where my car was. But obviously not exact. Walking up and down parking garage ramps is literally a pain in the ass.

Some twenty minutes later (good exercise, I guess) I found my car. I got in. I realized I had no cash to pay to get out...

Back in the hospital, at the inconveniently located ATM, I discovered my account was overdrawn. Was I trapped? Not quite. Was I pissed? You betcha! Back to the car. At least this time I had a half dozen "way points" saved to my phone's camera.

Grabbed the card to the other bank account and back to the ATM. Blah, blah, blah. Blog. And here I am. Now I'm gonna go spend the balance of my twenty on well deserved library fines. Then I'll molest the tequila bottle.