I went to an eye surgeon for a consultation about my cataracts last Monday, and it was an ordeal. The doctor and his staff were delightful, but they have a pretty big “campus”. I parked at the first building with their logo that I saw, but that wasn’t where I needed to go. I walked over to another building, but that wasn’t where I needed to go. At least I got directions to where I DID need to go.
When I finally got to the correct office, I said:
Y’all are harder to find than the Holy Grail.
We scheduled my surgeries for Tuesday and Wednesday of next week. They gave me a folder of information to take with me.
I was outside searching for where I had left my car — somewhere on the “campus”, but I knew not where by that time when I got a call from the scheduler. She said I had left my information folder, and she would bring it out to the office door.
If I ever find my car, I’ll come get it.
I did find my car, I did get my folder, and I look forward to seeing clearly again. It’s been a minute.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Suddenly seeing clearly.