People who have known me for a long time are well versed in my attention to detail. I have in fact been called particular to a fault. I can't help that I am an incredibly logical thinker - not unlike Mr Spock. So it frustrates me to no end, when my brain takes a mini-vacation and forgets to pack the rest of my body.
I thought that this was what was happening to me this morning as it seemed that my brain had skipped town. I had raced around the house, gathering items for a store, being short with both children as they texted me, and generally praying that the dog only had to pee as I ushered him out into the sub freezing temperatures.
Keeping my car within the speed limits, I arrived at the dentist's office with 5 minutes to spare. I walked in from the cold street only to have the receptionist stare at me and say, "You aren't on my schedule today, are you?" Well, I wasn't and she informed me that my appointment was almost four weeks away. Trying to not look like a scatterbrained fool, I told her that it was no problem, and I most likely was just going a little crazy. But, since I was in the office, I could give her my new insurance information anyway. I left with an appointment card with the correct date on it, ran my errands and returned home.
Naturally as my OCD went into overdrive, I searched to find my original appointment card to see if I had recorded it incorrectly or been given one with an incorrect date. As I found the card and reveled in confirmation that it had today's date on it, I realized that I had in fact left my insurance card at the dental office.
So the score is now : Brain :1, Scatterbrain :1. I'll stick with the tie. I don't trust overtime in games like this.
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Laughingdaughter/Her Royal Cuteness replies:
The dentist didn’t write the appointment card wrong. The zombies replaced it with a fake one. They snuck in the house in the middle of the night, placated the dog with cheese whiz, and took the real card and left a new one behind. They want your brain to be scattered. It makes your brain more tender.
Better check your insurance card when you get it back. Never know what the gremlins will do to it.
ReplyDeleteLuckily they are sweet and had already put it in the mail before I even got home.
DeleteThis is too funny. I have days like that and at the end of it all I can only laugh at myself. I find I laugh a lot at myself these days.
ReplyDeleteIf I didn't laugh, I would cry all day long!
DeleteOh, boy! I can totally relate to this! I hate being so scatter-brained!
ReplyDeleteIt is super frustrating some days!
DeleteWas the date written numerically, like 02/05? Because some people who shall remain nameless sometimes mean 05/02 but write 02/05. You see how that could be a problem. For some people.
ReplyDeleteThat would have been good, but it was simply the wrong date with the month spelled out.
DeleteThe Zombies may nibble on your brains but they will feast on me.
ReplyDeleteBe very, very nice to the people holding sharp instruments in their hands.
Haha! I love the folks at this office even though I hate going to the dentist.
DeleteHa ha that is CLASSIC... Except in my life the card would be the four week appointment... I would be in the wrong!
ReplyDeleteIt's my typical day lately!
DeleteOh, would use leaving my insurance card as an excuse to go back and show the receptionist the appointment card. Stick it right in her face and ask her who is crazy now? You would feel so much better. I just fear you might not find your way home. Call your daughter. She seems to have a good head on her shoulders.
ReplyDeleteI called about my insurance card and told her and she felt really bad - but I also saved the card so I can have some fun when I do go back!
DeleteYou know, it's stories like these that make me feel a little better about my own brainish foibles. Thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteAll that matters is that you were vindicated. That kind of victory would ride me through a whole year's worth of forgotten insurance cards.
ReplyDeleteThe same thing happened to me, but it wasn't at the dentist's office... it was at my psychiatrist's! Explains a lot, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteWould have been funny if you went back and showed them the card and said "in your face."
ReplyDeleteWould have even been better if when you did that, the receptionist ate some cheez whiz and said "Whatevs."