Touched by an Angel

Had my annual wellness visit yesterday. Fun, fun! Everything's well, my blood pressure, cholesterol . . . . except, I think I'm losing my mind.

Parked my car in the wreckage parking garage (have I ever mentioned how much I had those thing? Yuck!!) and rushed into my appointment a little late. Of course, some 2 hours later, headed back out to my car. Thought I came out tracking my exact steps in. But couldn't find my car anywhere? 20 minutes later I called Dave and asked him what I should do. He told me to hit the key fob, but I knew I was nowhere even close to the car.

"You don't understand! I'm almost to the point of tears!"

He said, "Just be calm . . ."

And then I lost him, since service was sketchy in that crazy cement death trap.

Mind you, it was a little after lunch, the elevators were crazy busy, people, patients and paramedics coming and going non-stop. I couldn't really find anyone that would know were my car would be.

Finally, I got in the elevator, yet, again, this time for the first time all day, all by myself . . . at first. Just as the door started to close, a little old man jumped on. He was a valet parker, wearing the red vest, but his had a big heart button pinned to it. I figured he would know this parking garage like the back of his hand, so I'd ask him for some assistance. Before I could get the words out of my mouth, he asked me where I was going, hitting the button to the floor where he was headed. I explained to him I didn't know, but I knew I parked in the T section (I thought that would be enough to find my car, but evidently I wasn't on the right floor). He toke my ticket and looked at it. He said, "You're probably in the Basement level."

Sure enough. And that sweet, old man made sure I got to my car before he went on to his destination.

I was thinking I need to find a doctor closer to home and not in the middle the the gigantic Vanderbilt campus with those crazy parking garages, but when she asked me if I was having trouble with my weight (me thinking she was referring to the 5-8 lbs. I've gained while being unemployed). She interrupted my thoughts saying, "You're just so skinning!" It all came back to me, why I go through all the trouble to go see her!! She's so nice. She made my whole day!!

Thank God for people like that valet parker that went out of his way and helped this lost girl out. And my nurse practitioner who made me feel good despite my "expanding", unemployed self. God bless them!