Missed it...

Blargh.

We even left early (in my opinion).

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So, the appointment with the neurologist was at 12:30, right? And we leave around 11:30. That's an hour to cover 30 minutes of distance. But no. The gps decided to get fresh with us and go for the reach-a-round. Of course. Typical machines...

Which means the appointment is now re-scheduled for next Tuesday.

At this point, anyone who would be looking forward to such an appointment would be disappointed [hahaha, wordplay!]. And I was. I honestly was kinda crushed when they said that it was too late. Because, as it turns out, the first appointment is for a 30-minute consultation. THEN we have to schedule another appointment for the actual evaluation. Ugh.

Here's the silver lining though: on the drive over to the doctor's office, my boy David was playing this song by Darius Rucker [frontman of Hootie & the Blowfish].

It's about a guy who's heading home, right... he was just broken up with, needs a job, and is probably feeling something to the effect of:

and a little of:

and possibly a bit like life pulled one of these:

And in moments like these, it's always the icing on the cake: you hit a red light. ...I don't know about you, but catching those yellows all the way home when I'm upset just straight pisses me off. He looks out the car window though, and sees a "Help Wanted" sign.

Job: accomplished.

Turns out to be dead end, but it leads to an office job. There he ends up meeting a new girl.

Better girlfriend: accomplished.

Turns out he gets married to her. They have a child.

Family: accomplished.

He reflects on this and realizes that if it wasn't for that red light - that door to his plans closing on him, that "disappointment" - he wouldn't have made it to that next level of his life.

Sometimes you can only get further when you release this idea we all cook up in our heads that your plan is exactly what life will give you.

And it turns out, that had I gone in to that appointment today, I would've ended up discussing the wrong issues with the doctor. I wouldn't have ended up coming to the epiphanies that I did only a few hours after we missed that appointment. Because now I feel as though I've removed another layer of the problem and can accurately pinpoint that in my future discussions with the neurologist.

Was I frustrated? Sure. Am I still? Sure. I'm not the most patient in some areas. But do I understand now? Yes. Not everything in life has to be so quick.

The deeper question is, "In what other areas of my life do I not get the picture? And will I handle it well when I have to go through something difficult to finally see?"