Yesterday I went to the infusion center only to discover that my appointment for treatment is next Friday. Sadly, this is not the first time this has happened to me. I would love to blame it on my calendar or the receptionist or someone who might volunteer to take the fall for my error. I used to wonder how anyone could ever mix up dates for appointments; it seemed so irresponsible, so silly, so inconceivably incompetent. Now, I have joined the club.
Thankfully, my goof caused no real problem other than making me feel silly. I can deal with silly, though. That’s pretty low on the list of issues with MBC.
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