Inspected, despite transit annoyances

I had a mammogram this morning. In Yonkers (for some reason, all the labs and radiology places and such that my doctor uses seem to be up in Yonkers). When I went there last year, womzilla was kind enough to drive me there and back. But this was a 9:30 appointment, and it wouldn't have been kind to ask, so I did it by bus and train.

All well and good, had I done my research. In that case, I would have known that what I thought was the most convenient station on the #4 subway line is closed for renovation. I might even have known that they're also doing weekend track work on that line, so trains are running express-only northbound. Nonetheless, I got to the subway (with the help of a free shuttle bus), and eventually to the Yonkers bus, and thence to Inter-County Imaging on time.

The mammogram itself was uneventful. Unfun, but uneventful: the technician didn't have to retake any of the pictures, for example, and was cheerful about answering my questions. I did remind her to keep the door closed, having overheard a fair amount of what she said to the previous patient. (Her explanation that she speaks loudly was not exactly reassuring: and I had seen the door open an inch or so during some of what I overheard.)

Thence home. No shuttle bus this time: I decided to walk the one subway stop along Jerome Avenue instead of waiting around. Along the way, I found an Asian market (so labeled). I went in looking for chutney, but this turned out to be an east rather than south Asian market, so I came home with hoisin sauce, pickled ginger, and some of those shrimp-flavored chips/crisps/crackers. And, eventually, apple raspberry juice and chocolate chip–pumpkin "bread" from the Greenmarket.

Also, I have tea, I have cattitude and julian_tiger here (the latter in fierce mode again, *sigh*), and roadnotes is coming to visit.

Inspected, despite transit annoyances

I had a mammogram this morning. In Yonkers (for some reason, all the labs and radiology places and such that my doctor uses seem to be up in Yonkers). When I went there last year, womzilla was kind enough to drive me there and back. But this was a 9:30 appointment, and it wouldn't have been kind to ask, so I did it by bus and train.

All well and good, had I done my research. In that case, I would have known that what I thought was the most convenient station on the #4 subway line is closed for renovation. I might even have known that they're also doing weekend track work on that line, so trains are running express-only northbound. Nonetheless, I got to the subway (with the help of a free shuttle bus), and eventually to the Yonkers bus, and thence to Inter-County Imaging on time.

The mammogram itself was uneventful. Unfun, but uneventful: the technician didn't have to retake any of the pictures, for example, and was cheerful about answering my questions. I did remind her to keep the door closed, having overheard a fair amount of what she said to the previous patient. (Her explanation that she speaks loudly was not exactly reassuring: and I had seen the door open an inch or so during some of what I overheard.)

Thence home. No shuttle bus this time: I decided to walk the one subway stop along Jerome Avenue instead of waiting around. Along the way, I found an Asian market (so labeled). I went in looking for chutney, but this turned out to be an east rather than south Asian market, so I came home with hoisin sauce, pickled ginger, and some of those shrimp-flavored chips/crisps/crackers. And, eventually, apple raspberry juice and chocolate chip–pumpkin "bread" from the Greenmarket.

Also, I have tea, I have cattitude and julian_tiger here (the latter in fierce mode again, *sigh*), and roadnotes is coming to visit.

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This may say everything about how I use LiveJournal: I was genuinely surprised to read, in a friend's journal, that there are very few people on his friends list who he has never met.

A lot of the people on my list, I've known for years offline. But some of you, I met first in other online venues, or through people I met there. Others, I know only through the net, through your words and sometimes images.

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This may say everything about how I use LiveJournal: I was genuinely surprised to read, in a friend's journal, that there are very few people on his friends list who he has never met.

A lot of the people on my list, I've known for years offline. But some of you, I met first in other online venues, or through people I met there. Others, I know only through the net, through your words and sometimes images.

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I am absolutely delighted to be the kind of person who has to do Web research to find out when her anniversary is. (Though in the end, it came down to connecting thoughts and just digging out the calendar for October 1984, which I could look up without much trouble.)

The answer turned out to be what I'd thought it was, but cattitude wasn't sure of the date. The events, yes, that we both remembered. But not tightly bound to the calendar.

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I am absolutely delighted to be the kind of person who has to do Web research to find out when her anniversary is. (Though in the end, it came down to connecting thoughts and just digging out the calendar for October 1984, which I could look up without much trouble.)

The answer turned out to be what I'd thought it was, but cattitude wasn't sure of the date. The events, yes, that we both remembered. But not tightly bound to the calendar.