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You can’t get there from here

June Donohue
Posted 12/3/21

My son was driving me to the doctor’s. When the appointment was confirmed, there was a notification on the machine that there was a lot of construction in the area so to allow extra time …

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You can’t get there from here

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My son was driving me to the doctor’s. When the appointment was confirmed, there was a notification on the machine that there was a lot of construction in the area so to allow extra time to get there. We could see the sign for the doctor’s office just a few feet away and we were five minutes early. It was after we stopped congratulating ourselves for that when we started going around in circles.
The approach to the driveway was blocked with a detour sign, and there was another one at the other side of the driveway. Even though there was no parking on the street we were on, I would have gotten out and walked if I had known what we were about to encounter.  
After going around in circles for about 15 minutes, with all the detours, I called the office from my cell phone to ask what the best approach was. The woman who answered told me there was only one way to get there and that was from Route 17 South.  
We decided to believe her, after taking a few more detours but to get to Route 17 was also a challenge. We finally made it but there was a cop’s car blocking the direction we needed to go. There was a policeman standing there in case anyone disobeyed.
Mike yelled to him asking what we should do, and it was as if he knew what we had been through. He very patiently told us what to do when we got to the next block-off, and it was to ignore it and to turn down that street anyway and to keep going until we got to another police car and that cop would wave us through.
A few horns blew as we cut in front of a row of cars that were following the directions of the signs. The drivers of those cars failed to recognize that we had special privileges. After driving a couple of blocks and not coming upon our promised police escort, Mike pulled over and parked and walked until he found him. After that it was easy going and after over an hour delay we arrived at the building where the endocrinologist has his office. It was my first visit to him but luckily my podiatrist is in the same building so I was now in familiar territory.
As I entered the building I saw a sign indicating that my doctor was on the first floor. I walked down a long hallway and after checking all the doors, I didn’t find his office.
This was a bit frustrating to say the least. I sat on some steps and called their office for directions once again. Did I come in from the parking lot was their question. Of course was what went through my mind but I just answered yes. Since the main entrance is on a hill, I was told to take the elevator up one floor and that would be the first floor. That floored me but because the elevator was not working, all I had to do was climb one flight of stairs and low and behold I had arrived. Phew!

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