It’s about time

има време. That is Macedonian for “There’s time,” and it is a guiding philosophy in this country. My children and my spouse can tell you that I can be absolutely obsessive about time. If I say ten o’clock, I probably really mean 9.45. Late is something I just don’t do. I plan months in advance and I book my calendars. During PST in one of our cultural sessions we had a discussion about time.  We created an imaginary continuum and placed ourselves on it according to how we feel about the issue. I was up against the wall. Time rules my world!  I’m not a Qué será, será kind of girl. It simply does not work for me!

That being said, waiting to find out when I will receive my steroid shots has been excruciating.  A week ago Friday, it was “Next week”. Next week arrived and Dr. Mimi called me to let me know it would be either Wednesday or Friday.  Well, Wednesday came and went without a call. Guess it will be Friday.  Hmmm–morning or afternoon?  Thursday afternoon I could take it no longer, so I called Medical and was told they would call me sometime on Friday morning to give me a time.  (I think, Uhmmmmm, you do realize that my bus only runs once an hour and sometimes there is a two hour gap between buses. But okay, I’ll trust that you will give me plenty of notice.) Relax, Eileen. This will be fine. You will get the call and go get the shots and relief.

Friday morning. My phone rings in the middle of class. (Yes, we keep our phones in class with us). The call I’ve been waiting for! “Eileen, Dr. Mimi here. ” She proceeds to tell me that I won’t be able to get my shots as the doctor is in surgery! (Surely I’m more important than some surgical case!) Aaarrrggghhh! However, this time she has a specific time for me.  Monday morning at 9.30! She and I have had this discussion of what a hard time I’m having adapting to има време. So she knows how much I appreciate having a specific time. So now I know–I have to catch the 7.30 bus (it doesn’t get to Arnaqi until 7.50) to be there on time. (which for me means at least 15 minutes early!) Even if the doctor is late, I will know that I have held up my part of the bargain and I was there on time. Now I just need to know what time I will be done so I can figure out which bus I need to catch home–guess it will be the next one–whenever that is!

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Eileen

A 60 something woman who has run off to faraway places with the Peace Corps.

3 thoughts on “It’s about time”

  1. LOL. I have that same compulsion and can get really “twitchy” when we’re running late (which is usually ME’s normal and I have been known to leave the rest of the family to come later for church). As hard as it is, it will be better for your blood pressure if you can lean back a little and let the world flow around you for a little while.
    Love you and hope your knee feels better Monday afternoon.
    Ireta

  2. I can really relate as I’m the same way. I too have my calendar set and I arrive early. I hope the appointment does pan out and the doctor is there to give you the shots.

    I’ve gotten better at relaxing since I’ve been retired but I still arrive early, want meetings, etc to start on time. I have to make myself breathe in and out and relax. It’s not easy.

  3. Of course I am the one who arrives just in time, although I have been known to be early – or late…… Just depends. Time is a continuum I suppose. However, the morning paper better be there on time and students who make an appointment should be there when their appointment is. Hmmm… is that a double standard? Seems to me that most cultures have different perspectives on time than North Americans or Europeans. Could be why we schedule ourselves right up against the next appointment and then get upset when we get behind; while others leave time.

    Glad you got there and got the shot so you can walk to the bus – whenever it comes – just not early.

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