My delay today was my own fault.
MrsT and I went to the doc, she checked me over, renewed my maintenance meds, and said, “I’ve ordered bloodwork, so stop in at the lab downstairs, get that done, and you’ll see the results in your patient portal later today.”
Walked out into the waiting room, where MrsT said, “What next, home?”
“No, I’m hungry, I want breakfast now!”
Out to the car, down to a local diner, just about to go inside, MrsT says, “It’s odd she didn’t order any bloodwork for you, she always orders bloodwork for me.”
CRAP!!!
Back in the car, back up to the lab, then back for breakfast…