So last month, when I got my pump refilled, I was attended by this waaaaaaay high-energy resident who made me feel as though I was watching the human equivalent of espresso run around the room. She was incredibly sweet and professional, and apparently didn’t need my doctor hanging over everything she did – she refilled the pump without him in the room! He obviously had no issue with that. I pointed all of this out to her and she explained that she had proven her ability. Nice.
Anyway, I was taking care of paperwork – copays, etc. Then I made my appointment for this month. When was he going to be in? Oh, ok no problem. What day did I book????
ST. PATRICK’S DAY IN NEW YORK CITY
Now, any intelligent New Yorker knows that you, under no circumstances, do NOT plan to be in the city – unless of course you are going to the parade. I have no intention of going to the parade. But I am as good as going since the city will be crawling with young stumbling revelers. Ugh, this is a nightmare. The last time I was in the city on St. Patrick’s Day was about 10+ years ago. I was pregnant and leaving work because I was feeling a bit under the weather. What a mess! I finally had to yell “Get out of my WAY!” to someone who kept yelling, “Happy St. Paddy’s Day!”
Wish me luck. Perhaps I won’t be so jostled this time. We shall see…..
Peace & painlessness,