I had an iron infusion this morning scheduled for 7:30 at a location about 30 minutes away from my house. On a good day (not a Friday morning during rush hour), it should take me about 30 minutes, so I left my house at 6:30. I thought, if I’m early, I’ll just sit in the comfy waiting room.
Wouldn’t you know it? No traffic, and I got there about 7:05. I like this medical building because they offer valet parking. Why park in the garage (about half a block away) and pay $4, when I can valet park for $5? It’s a no brainer. When I pulled up, I didn’t see any parking attendants and asked a security guard what time the valet opened. He told me 8:00, which wasn’t going to work for me, of course.
He spoke with the receptionist and told me that he could take my keys and give them to the valet attendant when they arrived. Perfect! I turn on my flashers and take my purse, he takes my keys, and off I go to the second floor. And then it hits me! I don’t know his name, and I just gave a complete stranger my car keys. I sure hope I get it back in a few hours.
I can’t do anything about it. I’ll worry about it when I get out of my appointment. (After an iron infusion, I should feel like Superman, right?!) I’m just sitting down in the restroom before I check in for my appointment and—guess what? The fire alarms go off! CODE RED DRILL. CODE RED DRILL. Here I am, with a nervous and upset stomach, and I am in capable of getting up and evacuating the building.
I finish my business and sit in the lobby area, waiting to officially check in. Staff are returning to their work areas because, yes, they evacuated or went to their special fire drill location. Me? I’m sitting there like I’m ready to throw up. One of the nurses told me I was supposed to leave when I heard the alarm bells, but that was physically impossible for me.
My nurse Jennifer, two warm blankets, along with an IV, and I’m ready to take a nice nap before work. I was told that I was snoring a bit, but no one was complaining. Nice.
I know this post is just a bunch ramblings about my morning, and you thought I’d possibly be done by now….but no. Alas, more excitement awaited me after I left the infusion floor.
I get downstairs to the valet area and, lo and behold, my car is still sitting where I left it two hours earlier, with the flashers still flashing. The valet attendant didn’t have my keys and, luckily, my car didn’t have a ticket on it! She made some phone calls and found out the security guy left my key with the receptionist. Problem solved and I was in my car on my way to work. Busy day today at the office, but the good news is: I saved $5 on parking! That will buy me a Starbucks at their Friday happy hour tonight!