A portion of my “Good Wednesday” was spent taking care of business I should have been filing quite some time ago. I was halfway through the job when I realized the most dangerous part of going through Chemotherapy.
Paper cuts.
When I dragged out my foldable utility trailer last night for Halloween, I decided to use it as a way to organize the various dregs and vestiges of reminders and notices connected with the various doctors’ appointments and gymnastics associated with those same appointments. Between going to get a haircut (maybe to lose it before Christmas) and heading off to the pharmacy to get a flu shot, I separated enough pieces of paper to put a CVS sales receipt to shame.
All in all, I had at least thirteen different classifications of paperwork covering at least five doctors, four different medical buildings, three Nurse Practitioners, two different drug stores, and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
How that partridge got there, I have no idea. Perhaps it has something to do with this being the first of November.
It should be noted that with all that I have collected, I was able to toss half again as much without really trying. I mean, do I really need to keep a roster of sports teams provided by my opthalmologist as a way to test my vision? I didn’t think so.
To be honest, part of my collection of paper is really my own fault. I prefer the proverbial paper trail to relying on the “Cloud” to be able to recall important documents. Part of that has to do with having gone through high school in a town with a paper mill. Gotta keep those folks working!
And then I sit down at the end of the day, contemplating doing the actual filing in the morning, and I look up from the laptop to realize that there is a whole ‘nother bunch of paper in my “In” box that needs attention – including a stack of old photos of “Cousin Julius” forwarded to me by my youngest sister. Somehow, she thinks that I am the family historian… and that’s because I have an old copy of LIFE magazine showing Cousin Julius’ 102nd birthday party. Our grandmother is in the article, uncredited, but she is there none the less. (Sweet Mary Pickford was at the party for Cousin Julius. It was quite the article.)
But I digress.
I have a goal to have a clean desk by the time I head off to the clinic to be infused next Wednesday. I hope that by then, I will find out whether or not I really belong there!
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