First, we turn into the parking garage and follow the sign for parking. However, we got into the exit lane and when there was no way to back out we had to exit the garage (hoping it would take our ticket without having paid, since we had only entered three minutes before and could not pay because we were in the exit lane) and then re-enter. We then get into the hospital which in under construction (however, the huge HOSPITAL ENTRANCE sign was a dead giveaway as to where to enter). Once inside we go to information to find where we are to go to meet the Dr. No one in the information booth, but a phone to pick up to ask for info. After a short wait a voice responds, which hospital are you wanting information for???? Thankfully I did know which hospital I was in. She instructed me as to where to go, however, when she said go around the elevators and down the looooong hall, we went around the elevators the wrong way. Got to the end of the long hall and had to ask for more information from hospital employees. Finally reached the correct office. (by this time we aren't sure we will ever need to know where we parked our car because we would never find our way out!) Oh, yeah and there is a Tim Hortons just a few feet way. Yea!!! Wayford gives his information to the office staff. We have 30 minutes to spare so, you guessed it, we head for a coffee. It was at that time that Wayford discovers that he has lost the paper on which he had listed all his meds. We had only walked a few feet since he had produced it. Had the lady at the desk kept it? Did I put it in my purse? Did he put it in his pocket? Did he lay it down at Tim's? I nearly wore out my purse looking for it. Alas, he had laid it down on a table in the Dr's office when he put his health card back into his wallet. So, all is well. Visit with Dr. is over. Got good report!
Even bathrooms can be a challenge. I never know when to push - when to wave - when to flush. About the time I get one gadget figured out they change the system.
Now to figure out how to pay for our parking at the parking garage. OK, we put our ticket in that slot. And yes, we can use our credit card. But where do we insert card? It says put ticket in this slot. I don't want to put my card in there. I may never see it again. Meanwhile, Wayford puts card in pocket. After looking at the pictures on machine it shows that in fact the card does go in that same slot. But, where is the card? No, I didn't put it in my purse. Finally, Wayford discovers that he does, in fact, have the card. No problem finding the car and getting home. We were "Born 30 years too soon!"
