Chokecherry blossoms

As the next step in getting my heart out of A-Fib, the hospital cardiology department called me about three weeks ago to schedule zapping me.  She said their earliest opportunity was on Friday, June 5 in the afternoon.  OK by me.   She said a nurse would call me ahead of the appointment to tell me what medicine I should not take that day, remind me no eating, which door at the hospital to go to, etc.  She also said she would set up a follow up appointment w/ my cardiologist about a week afterward.  Within a half hour of getting off the phone I'd gotten a text from my regular cardiologist's office confirming a follow up appointment date and time.  Earlier this week I got another follow up text from my cardiologist's office reminding me I had an appointment w/ her in a week.   This morning when I took my pills I wondered if I should have taken them all.  I hadn't received any communication w/ the hospital about tomorrow's appointment.  I didn't even have anything in writing or on-line verifying there was an appointment.  I waited until after 10 a.m. and called.  Eventually was connected w/ the hospital's cardiology department.  A nurse very slowly described precisely what I was to do tomorrow.  She talked so carefully I felt like she thought I was senile.  After the call I wondered if I was acting elderly - you know - demanding, wanting everything done immediately.   Nothing else for me to do but call Sister Connie.  "They talked to me like I was old!" I whined to her.  "You're over 70, you know."  she laughed.  She went on and agreed w/ me that the hospital could have contacted me earlier than they did.  Even if she was just placating me, I felt better.  Thinking about it, I'm probably not getting more difficult w/ age.  I've always been this way.

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