My annual follow-up was last Monday (19 September). I hate driving in the rain, so naturally it was a rainy day. Highway projects between my town and the hospital meant that either the roads were torn up or traffic had been shifted. When I got to Ann Arbor, I stopped at a favorite eatery only to learn that my preferred sandwich had been discontinued. I proceeded to slop food down the front of my shirt and had to get a new one. At the hospital, I had to drive all the way to the top of the parking structure before I found a spot (nothing new there, but as long as I'm whinging...). My doctor usually runs a few minutes late, but when I checked in the staff told me he was about 80 minutes behind schedule--I was slated for 3:30, so that meant roughly 5pm. I was, in fact, the very last patient in the waiting room. The appointment went really well (as usual). The drive home was uneventful apart from the sun hitting me right in the eyes (I had my shades with me--yay!). A letter from the store where I'd been working for the past month was waiting for me on the kitchen table when I got home. As I picked it up, I jokingly said "I've been fired." Then I opened the envelope. It was dated the previous Friday. "Effective immediately, your services are no longer needed."
At least my appointment went well.