August 15, Friday – Now What?

I slept in until 9. Our whole two weeks were driven by a “vacation schedule” to see the maritime provinces. We had very little down time to just hang out. Now without the clock as a dictator I felt the pressure slipping away. Back in the states I could now use my cell phone and could check my email. There was a two week old message from my medical clinic asking where was the information from the blood draw that I was supposed have gotten in July. Totally spaced that one out so in the afternoon I headed back out onto the messed up highway system to a med lab 30 minutes away. Fifteen minutes out I realized that I had left my physician’s standing order for my monthly protime check back in the RV. The past two weeks of pressure came crashing in and I exploded. I thought I was going to twist the steering wheel off. Too late to turn around. I would have to wing it. After several calls to La Conner and messed up faxes, the deed was done for another month. While all this was transpiring, I talked to Debi, the tech, about living in the area. She related with much feeling about how housing in the region was cheap; $300,000 homes going for $150,00. And she spoke with bitterness about the heavy taxes and the constant bickering and turmoil among the different local governments that the area was stagnated. Buffalo was one of the most depressed large cities in the nation. After hearing her, I crawled back home and took a much needed nap.