Rush, rush, rush

I had a post-op appointment with my surgeon today. Everything checked out OK with my port procedure. My appointment was at 2:15 p.m., which I assumed would give me plenty of time to get to my radiation appointment at 3:30, especially since the offices are on the same hospital campus. Well, my road trip to the surgeon started off badly when there was a detour that took me about 10 minutes out of my way. Still, I got to the office at 2:17. Not bad. I sat there. And sat there. I finally saw the doctor at 3:05. He looked at my incision and told me everything looked good. I left his office at 3:09. The cancer center where I have radiation treatments is probably an eighth of a mile from my surgeon's office as the crow flies. But I'm not a crow. Because of construction and one-way streets, it took me until 3:25 to get to the parking garage. I barely made it to radiation on time. But, on time I was. After treatment, I was back in my car and felt really happy. I had an adrenaline rush. There actually was a smile on my face. The only thing I can figure is rushing to appointments reminded me of work. I felt good because I'd made deadline. ...
My mother got her CT scan results today. Seems she has a mild case of emphysema. She still has some more tests to go through, so please keep her in your prayers. ...
Today's quote: "The shortest distance between two points is under construction." (Leo Aikman). I never met Leo Aikman, but if a man can be judged by how his daughter turned out, I'm sure I would have liked him.