It was the hottest day of the year on Thursday and the sun finally made an appearance after what seemed like the longest and most depressing winter ever. It was so nice to see a blue sky. Everyone was in the park, the people daft enough to buy convertibles were driving around with the tops down and the music blasting (basically because it’s one of about 5 days a year that they can actually do that here in the UK), and every man in sight was walking around without a top on for exactly the same reasons. Before the evening had even started there was a smell of barbecue in the air as everyone decided to burn some meat outside, just because they could, and I could hear an ice-cream truck on the next road up.
I, however, was affected by utter moron-itis.
I’ve been having an ongoing issue since Christmas with a dull pain in my side. I’ve been sent for a kidney ultrasound, which came back clear and then went back to the doctors a while ago because the pain still hasn’t gone away. I was given another appointment for a stomach and gall bladder ultrasound (I actually think it’s my gall bladder based on the symptoms I’ve been having) which was scheduled for today.
Now, I’d already made plans for the afternoon and so rescheduled everything to accommodate the appointment, which inconvenienced several people, and had to then move some stuff for the following morning as I thought I would be at the hospital. I was instructed not to eat for 6 hours beforehand, so I didn’t eat since breakfast, I got myself ready in plenty of time and then set off in a taxi (I don’t drive).
Unfortunately, when I arrived at the hospital I realised something.
I was at the wrong bloody hospital.
For some unknown reason, my appointment was at a hospital miles away and being a moron I hadn’t read the letter I received properly, assuming that it would be at the same place that every other appointment had been at.
But no. It wasn’t. I had to ask the driver to turn around and take me home (which he was lovely about) and by the time I got back I had to reschedule my appointment, wasted almost an hour because we got caught in rush hour, spent money on travel and completely inconvenienced a whole bunch of people.
This isn’t the first time I’ve done something completely stupid over recent years. Once when going to my mum’s house I got on the wrong train and ended up over an hour out of the way before I realised. I’ve booked train tickets in the wrong direction when going to London. I’ve applied for an ESTA when visiting the US on the wrong site… It’s infuriating.
Still, it was nice to see the sun again!
What about you guys? Have you suffered from moron-itis recently?
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