Okay… so… I’ve finally bitten the bullet and switched my Rheumy to the one local my house rather than on main campus Cleveland Clinic. My primary excuse for moving my location is the tremendous waste of time.
I had to walk from work 15 minutes to the parking lot, drive 20 or so minutes to the parking garage and get to the 5th floor of building A. $6 later, it was either head back to work for an hour or head home and work from home. There was a whole lot of waste considering it is every freaking month.
So I made the switch. Now I go to the clinic location 1.5 miles from my front door. It’s stone throwing distance from the mall. Parking is free and walking is quicker than the rigamarole I was dealing with at the other location. THOSE were the benefits I was aware of before.
Today, I got my first infusion at the new location. The infusion center at main campus is shiny and new. The chairs are brand new recliners complete with personal TVs. Each chair has its own little room (curtains). It’s very sterile and impersonal. HIPPA would be very happy.
And here I am. I’m in a hospital recliner. One TV across the room. Seven chairs side by side. People in each chair. Everyone hooked up to their own personal flavor of poison. Everyone pretty much in the same boat.
Everyone else (all but the neat skinny lady in the far corner and I) have their company with them. To my left the woman’s partner and their kids. To my right, a man with a blue vomit bag being held by his wife.
I have Gatoraid and Teddygrams.
I have a toasty warm blanket and a pillow.
I have Wifi and my tablet and my Orencia.
I did it for a bunch of practical reasons.
I’m glad I did it because maybe glitzy and sterile aren’t all they are cut out to be.
A Figment Of Fitness 