Every time I have to get a heart monitor I call the central number of my health clinic and they send me to a different branch. I have to arrive at 8 in the morning and get connected, and then return it the next day at the same time. This should not be a problem – I get to see new areas of the country, right? And every place has a different population – Muslim, Druze, Religious Jewish, etc. So I don’t mind the drive.
Today, however, I screwed up in Herzlia. Because the address was so similar to my dentist’s, I figured I’d park in their underground parking and go up. But I arrived just a bit too early and the clinic wasn’t open. So I picked up a few things at the supermarket and then went back, where I was informed that I had the wrong clinic. The right one was up the street. But as I walked up the street I noticed that the numbers were going up, and I needed a lower number. So I went down – and the numbers disappeared. That’s when I turned on the map and discovered it was way up the street – four minutes – And I began walking. But as I continued to walk and seemed to get no closer, I looked again at the map and finally noticed that the time indicated was for driving, not walking. But I was more than a third of the way, so I kept going.
That’s when I ran into another problem. Once I got there – only half an hour late – the address was a group of cute little shopping centers with no signs and I wound up climbing stair after stair before I found the nurses’ station.
Strangely enough, because I was wet (it was raining) and a bit exhausted from the uphill walk and the stair marathon, I looked a little worn out, so the nurses decided to check me out before they gave me the monitor.
I was fine – just very low blood pressure, A liter of water took care of that and I was on my way back to the car.
The monitor, however, is for 24 hours and tomorrow is a holiday, so I have to take off the monitor tomorrow and be back at 8 the next day to return it.
I will be purchasing a monitor of my own in the future.