It's A Most Unusual Day

Today was an unusual one. I started off at a Fracture Clinic for follow up about my foot and received the 5th diagnosis -- avascular necrosis and shocker, a fracture. So much for the "it's only arthritis" diagnosis I received from the very same doctor at the very same clinic just a month ago. Avascular necrosis was something he mentioned last time; apparently, for some reason, perhaps because of gout last August, a part of my sesamoid bone essentially turned to dust. Sounds very Lenten, doesn't it? After the X-ray technicians were told they X-rayed from the wrong angle and had to do a "sesamoid view", and not knowing what this was, they had to turn to Google -- I am not making that up! -- the doctor noticed a fracture through the centre of the sesamoid. (This was after they lost my chart and made me wait another 45 minutes until I spoke up). The treatment, thank goodness, is simply to rest. No aircast, no surgery yet. I have to follow up again in June when I fully expect to receive diagnosis #6.

When I returned to the office I worked away on the events coming up in the next two weeks. I also prepared a Triduum schedule for the bulletin for this week, trying to beat the March Break deadline. After I photocopied and folded 500 of these inserts, the boss approached me and said he was going to send it out on March Break anyway. Sigh.

Yesterday I requested a couple of days off for lieu time in April. The boss denied the request indicating he needed help with a visit from the bishop, except I didn't know anything about this particular visit. I suggested a couple of more dates before he showed up at my door and admitted he had the wrong date, and my original request was approved. I booked a trip and told him he wasn't allowed to change his mind anymore. He still showed up at my door as my tickets were printing and said, "I think you should change it..." and I said, "Too late."

I also got the third visit in three days from a bookseller who wants to sell his wares at our diocesan event. He wanted to sell his goods in the church proper, and I expressed that I didn't like that idea. I told him to contact the event organizer and fired off an email to the organizer myself citing: a lack of space, a lack of support for a fundraising project that was likely to ensue, and Mark 11:15-19. The organizer agreed with me and I also ran it by the boss, who said it was my call. It's nice to know some people do listen to my opinions. This bookseller is just a bit too pushy for my taste.

Finally, around 4pm, the cook and secretary came rushing in and asked if I had a particular priest's cell phone number. They claimed his car was parked, abandoned, blocking the church gates. Apparently the boss indicated it was his car, and so I dutifully called him, thinking maybe he was nearby and going to stop in for a visit after some other business. He, on a day off and safely at home, questioned the sanity of all of us. I noted I was just following orders when the others rushed into my office clarifying, "It's not his car!" "I just established that," I said sardonically, and apologized to him again. The rest of them wrote up a notice that they would have the car towed next time since it is clearly illegally parked on private property.

Let's just say after all the insanity today, I'm counting down the 42 days until I will be on a train out of here...