Janice was distraught. How did this happen? Her dental appointment was noted in her daily calendar. It was on the calendar posted on the kitchen wall. She had received an e-mail, a snail mail note and a text message – all reminding her.
When the phone rang she almost didn’t answer-- so sure was she it was another telemarketer. But it was a local call.
“Janice, Carol from Dr. Harris’ office. Are you ok?”
“Janice, Carol from Dr. Harris’ office. Are you ok?”
“Oh my god, I have a dental appointment. I am so sorry. I am so sorry. Can I still come in?”
“You’ll take what? Thirty minutes from your house. I am sorry, but we have another apppointment in that time.”
“I am so sorry.. What can I do?”
“Can you come in next Thursday at 2? We have a cancellation.”
”I tutor Thursday afternoons.”
”I tutor Thursday afternoons.”
“How about the next Thursday at 9 in the morning?”
“I’ll be there. I’ll put a note on the coffee pot. I am so sorry.”
Janice noted the new appointment on her daily calendar, on the wall calendar and a note taped to the counter above the coffee maker. Her mind raced. How could she do this? Was this the beginning of a problem? Was this how it started? How did you fight this?
Later in the day the phone rang. “Janice, Mazie here. We’re moving Clyde into intensive care?”
“When?”
“This afternoon.”
“Want me to come?”
“If you’re free.”
“Yes, I’m free.” Then she added to herself. “At least I think I am. Maybe I ought to check my calendar.” Fight it, though she tried, a tear ran down her cheek-- whether for Clyde or Mazie or herself she was not sure.
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