Today like many days I feel like a Taxi driver. I don't mind but at times I think about all the "hats" a person wears....all the "hats" that I wear. Dad had an appointment at the VA Hospital early in the morning. He had a letter verifying his appointment and he also got a reminder call on Saturday in the evening. However, when he checked in he was told that the doctor had cancelled his appointment for some reason. Dad was pretty good and didn't get too mad but told them politely not to reschedule him. It was frustrating but we joked about how it wasn't going to take all day like we had thought. I also told dad that it might have been a tender mercy that he will never know. They were going to do a stress test on him and inject him with something since he refused to walk on the treadmill. (it hurts his legs) Maybe the injection would have harmed him...we will never know. Dad feels good and wondered why they were having him checked anyway. He said: "If it works, why fix it?" He had been fasting and was hungry and so we went to breakfast. It turned out to be a better morning than I had thought.
