My neuropsychiatrist appointment was at 2:00 today. Usually I listen to Get in Line on the way there; this time I forgot. This is what we call foreshadowing.
Saint Johns MERCY! Medical Center is undergoing renovations, so I had to come in the back way. And so, it was a hunt to find my usual parking garage, the Ballas garage (with a star, below):
And I thought, wow, there's a lot of renovation going on. I've never taken an overhead walkway to get to the doctor. They must have just built this. Of course, and I will say this upfront because you have already figured it out; there isn't a lot of architectural variety in parking garages and of course I was in the wrong one. I was in the one with the overhead walkway. See it below? Sure. It seems obvious now. You, all smug with your bird's eye view.
After the appointment, the Ballas (wrong) garage was easy to find. It was 2:30. And I only wandered in the 90 DEGREE HEAT in my SUIT in the WRONG GARAGE for half an hour, looking outside the garage for a walkway and inside the garage for my car:
I intended to post this on Twitter with the blurb: "Do you see my car? Nope. Neither DO I." But I was distracted because my brain was cooking. I connected my last two functioning neurons and went back to try to retrace my way to the mythical overheard walkway. "I swear I went in and I was on the second floor," I thought desparately. "Surely I can tell someone at the Information booth and they can tell me how to find it."
So I went back to the doctors building and with my 100 degree brain, went to the information booth, which was unmanned, and then I decided to retrace my steps from my doctor's office door because the Phantom Walkway was right below it, I swear.
So of course I got lost in Saint John's trying to find my way to the doctor's office where I had been half an hour before.
By the time I wandered from three floors below my doctors office (yards away from the hidden walkway) to where I thought my doctors office was, I had lost another half hour staggering throgh the hospital.
Because Saint John's uses this as a navigation aid:
They have areas: green, blue, purple, copper, yellow, and rose (I suppose to avoid red and its blood implications). There is about one of these signs every area and nothing in the green area is green. Nothing in the blue area is blue.
Still, I did not go straight ahead to find the rose area (where, obviously, nothing is rose except the swoop on the sign), instead I found the main entrance and Main Information.
"You look a wreck!" the information lady volunteered immediately.
"I am lost. My car is lost." I speak in one syllable words. I try to explain the overhead walkway. "It's new. You built it. I was there. My car is there."
Finally, the nice man in the security van was summoned.
"Walkway?" he said, "There might be a walkway somewhere." He is now familar with the walkway because I pointed and screamed "WALKWAY!" when I saw it on our journey to the Ballas (wrong) garage.
Even though I was only lost outside for half an hour, the heat took a toll on my brain. I went back and tried to work, and Marcia can tell you I was not functioning at peak capacity. (I confused the Articulate xml file with the player.html file! There! Six of you know how cooked I was.)
My limited brain capacity slowed down the Marciellen team, so we were still working at ten. I was brain damaged and hot and punchy and hungry then. Finally Marcia and I stopped working and went to Denny's. I remember talking baby talk to the menu and our food (and, earlier, the Articulate player file). I had a burger with an egg and hash browns and cheese ON the burger. Like, breakfast literally ON TOP OF dinner. Anyway I hope the protein helps rebuild my brain.