I’m at the mall (“The Towers Mall”, as true Charlottetonians will call it, even though Towers hasn’t been here in decades, superseded by Zellers, Target, then a bunch of little stores).
The mall is next to our new “medical home”, the teaching hospital connected to UPEI, where I had an appointment this morning: We finally got a doctor!
Okay, well, not a doctor (PEI can’t hold onto doctors), but there’s a team of LPNs, RNs, physios, and social workers available to us. Good enough: I’m pushing 60 and have had nothing approaching a medical in over a decade, so having blood drawn this morning was such a relief — not in a medieval blood-letting sense, but because I know there’s a host of maladies that can be detected by a blood test. Hopefully I don’t have any of them, but better to be informed, right?
The person who took my blood asked me what I do for a living, and I thought of my mom as I waded into telling her my life story. (She seemed interested and kept asking questions, so…)
I’m sat in the food court with a coffee. Grey-haired people keep doing laps around me. I guess this is how folks get their exercise these days! It’s like Day of the Dead but with sports footwear.