Nanny's doctor appointment was set for 1 p.m. yesterday in the big city. All of her biological children were at work, so I volunteered to drive her to her appointment. Not knowing how long the doctor visit would take, I took my e-reader and some mini-Snickers left over from Halloween. My plan was to read and snack in the waiting room while Nanny did her business with the doctor.
I should have known better.
Long story short, I wound up in the exam room with Nanny, which turned out to be a good thing. We had driven nearly 40 miles for routine bloodwork and a 3-minute visit with the doctor, who proclaimed that all was well, come back in 3 months for another test. I asked if Nanny's GP doc (10 minutes from home) could do the vein stick and forward the results. We worked it out.
It's hard to have a conversation with Nanny. I guess it's because she spends a lot of time alone, with no one to talk to, but she won't let you get a word in once she gets going.
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