The invisible man syndrome struck again yesterday.
I have posted from time to time that I seem to get lost in the shuffle of life. My operation in June is a recent example. You remember, don’t you, that there was no hospital bed for me? After lying on the narrow gurney for hours, constrained by a catheter and an IV drip, I chose to have the surgery and convalesce at home.
Now, having just finished a subsequent course of antibiotics for prostatitis, I called the surgeon, as previously directed, to let hm know that, after three weeks, I still seemed to have the infection. He ordered lab tests. So far so good.
That was on Tuesday, but I only heard back from urology minutes before the lab was to close, so I went in the next morning, yesterday.
But of course, they had no record of the referral.
I called the urologist. Yes, they sent it but would send it again.
I waited. It didn’t appear.
The Lab: “Sometimes, it takes awhile to work through the system.”
Me: “I have stuff to do, so I’ll call back.”
Two calls later, it hadn’t appeared. So, I called Urology once again, and suggested that might try sending the requisition to the other lab in town.
Glory be! It got there in relatively short order, and now we await results.
But I do wonder why this seems to keep happening to me. I look in the mirror and see that I am really there. I am not tiny, and I am not completely unobtrusive, and I swear that I don’t put on an invisibility cloak before I venture forth in this world.
Sometimes, it sure seems like it though.