We weren't sure how long it would take us to walk to the Center, so we paid attention - it ended up taking us about 12 minutes. Of course, there were no parking hassles today, but there was a room FULL of people there, and we ended up waiting about an hour for our appointment. (During daily monitoring at CRM, there are no appointment times - on arrival, Wendy would swipe her card, at least most days, if you read my reflections from a week ago, and that would put her in the queue to be called back for the day's required tests. So, to wait an hour was pretty significant, and quite unusual. But, it all depends on where different people are in their cycle as to how many will show up on any given day.)
After we were called in, we left the Center and headed back to the Bentley. (It makes me feel classy even now, five years later, to know that we stayed in a place called "The Bentley." Does that make me strange?) However, there was no breakfast included there, so we went to Le Pain Quotidien (www.lepainquotidien.com) for our breakfast. If you've never been to this restaurant chain, it's an interesting place. They have delicious breads ("Le Pain Quotidien" is French for "The Daily Bread"), the environment is rustic, and they are all about natural, organic foods. We always enjoyed our visits there, even though they pushed us, or at least Wendy, out of our comfort zones!
Walking back from breakfast, we also stopped to get a few groceries, things that wouldn't spoil without being in a refrigerator, of course. Since Wendy was going to be on her own when I left, we wanted to be sure she had what she needed until I got back.
This is when things got fun - I left around 10:30 in the morning, since I had to be at Potsdam on Thursday for meetings and student teaching seminars. While I was on my trip home, Wendy got the call that THIS was the night she would have to do her "trigger shot," which is an intramuscular injection given in the "rear quadrant," something she had always counted on me to administer. There may have been some panicking involved. There may have been a somewhat frantic husband calling CRM nurses in NYC to arrange for a visit to the hotel so the shot could be given by someone else, even though it was going to cost $100 or more for that service. There may have been some phone conversations of encouragement, followed by a self-administration of the shot, with a followup report that she "thought she did it right." Regardless, by that time (11:15 p.m.), we were both glad to have it behind us.
I stayed up really late preparing everything I needed to do for the next day, and went to bed in the wee hours, well after it was already Thursday. But, those details should wait until tomorrow's post...
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