During a recent Friday, I felt like I was being cast for an episode of “The Twilight Zone.”
For those unfamiliar with this 1960 television series, it was like being “Punk’d” on MTV by Ashton Kutcher.
Upon stepping into my doctor’s office for a routine appointment, I was pleasantly surprised to find no other patients waiting. “Nice,” I thought. “I won’t be needing my Kindle after all.”
It was tucked under my armpit. I just knew I was about to finish the last few chapters of “Unglued: Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions” by Lysa Terkeurst. However, a vacant lobby was an indicator of no waiting. Relief set in.
My morning had been rushed and stressful.
I’d taken great care in obtaining a sitter and cleaning up prior to her arrival. I’m energy deficient until I know someone is coming over. Heaven forbid, someone judge me for my lived in home.
Once my rendition of “Bewitched” magically made my house presentable, I scrambled to fix the kids something edible, but not quite what I’d call breakfast. A good prayer before they eat is my consolation.
With a slurp of juice and swallow of a multivitamin, I dashed up the stairs to dress them. This is usually an intense saga as my kindergartener likes to insist on the opposite attire I’ve chosen. My parenting style encourages communication and articulate expression. However, I was running late. There was no time for negotiation.
I went old school with a Clint Eastwood statement.
“Go ahead. Make my day!” I told her.
Needless to say, I welcomed my child-free, laid back, routine, doctor visit. I approached the counter and said, “Hi. How are you?” to the registration clerk.
She didn’t respond.
I proceeded with, “Nice and quiet in here today.” I picked up her pen. Upon writing the first three letters of my name on the sign-in sheet, she spoke, “I’m sorry. Do you have an appointment?”
Smiling back at her dazed glare, I continued signing in and said, “Yeeaahh!”
She turned to her colleagues petitioning help with her eyes, “With what doctor?” she asked.
“Dr. Axel.” I replied, this time with a frank tone.
“What’s her deal?” I thought.
She fired away at me like bullets. “He’s gone. We’re done for the day. Have you been here before? What’s your name? Do you know your chart number?”
I was taken aback by her apparent oblivion.
“Did I walk into the wrong building?” I thought, while quickly scanning the room for familiarity. After rumbling to find my chart, this registrar concluded with, “Your appointment is for next Friday. Not today!”
I wanted her to be wrong. I wanted her to fix it and fit me in anyway. I wanted the cameras of MTV or ABC’s “What Would You Do?” with John Quinones to come zooming in but they didn’t. I felt like my preparation and effort had been wasted but it hadn’t. I learned a life lesson.
There have been various times in my life that I’ve been prepared for an opportunity and found myself banging down doors I had no business going through. Trying to force my way in only begot frustration. When the timing is right, the door opens easily. Just as it has for me to have this column. My fantastic editor, Jeff Vorva has been eating samples of my correspondent work for just shy of a year now. He’s thinks my loopy life may provide you comic relief on a few occasions and a bit of encouragement or reflection on others. Look for me every second and fourth week of the month. I don’t know much but what I do, I teach, coach and encourage…usually as a result of my flaws.
Oh, and if you’re finding yourself in a place where you’re doing the right thing and not getting the desired result, check your calendar. It’s probably, the wrong day.
Claudia Parker is an Evergreen Park mother, author, runner whose columns appear the second and fourth Thursdays for the Reporter.