240326 What I learned in my studies this morning 4*

Today's Meditation(s):

Enchiridion, 33.12 (Waterfield)

Woops.  Look like I forgot to finish this one yesterday.

As I did the other day, I want to focus on the last part of the passage: identifying the difference between philosophers and non-philosophers.  In this case, the distinguishing factor is how we react to disappointment and frustration.

Epictetus describes a particular use of premeditatio malorum: when going to an important meeting, picture myself being thwarted and stonewalled, blocked and misdirected so that I am unable to connect with the person. Imagine it and prepare myself for it, so that, if any of these things come to pass, I will retain  my equanimity and pass along unbothered by the proceedings.

Turns out, had I paid attention to the passage when I first read it (so I could decide if I wanted to include it in this post), it would have been directly applicable to my day.  Sadly, I did not.

I had a doctor's appointment yesterday.  As I was on my way, only a few minutes out, the office called and told me that their lab was closing early (which would mean I would be unable to get my bloodwork done, negating 50% of the reason I was going for the visit in the first place) and asked if I wanted to switch to a tele-health visit.  I said no and told them I was almost there.

When I arrived (about 20 minutes before their lab was scheduled to close), I mentioned to the receptionist that I understood the lab was closing and asked if they might be able to draw my blood before it did.

So I sit there.  And sit there.  And sit there.  The top of the hour comes up and not only are they running late (what doctor's office isn't at the end of the day?) and not only am I not back for my visit, I can tell that the lab is about to shut down as well.

I'm unhappy. I failed to premeditatio this malorum so the frustration is bugging me more than it should. I spend my time effectively by staring at the receptionist, mentally willing her to do something to make it all work out in my favor.

Next, five minutes after the deadline, they call my name.  And who is calling me back but the phlebotomist!  I'm going to the lab before going to the treatment room. Huzzah! Hurray! Oh frabjous day! It turned out exactly as I wished it would except for my allowing myself to become agitated for 20 minutes prior.

Let that be a lesson for me.