Poor you, Phoenix, did you feel silly? I once turned up for an op at the wrong hospital, which was even worse than your mistake! Things like this happen all the time.
It must be the week for us Phoenixas on Tuesday I made arrangements with everyone for me to go for CT scan (re broken shoulder/arm)yesterday to realise at the last minute it was not until next Wednesday the 2nd Sept thinking I should book in memory clinic myself.
Happily any hospital appointments made in this area are marked with at least one letter and a couple of text reminders!
I'm a bit 'belt and braces' so I write it on the calendar as well as putting it in my phone! 
As an aside, I only noticed today that my local Asda has a huge sign emblazoned on its window 'Order online and get delivery for free!' 
I did something like this a few weeks ago. Arrived at dentist's all flustered apologizing for being a few minutes late and proceeded to explain about the traffic.
Receptionist looked totally baffled and when I gave her a chance she explained my appointment was for late afternoon. I told her oh no, it's for this morning. I have it marked on my calendar.
She remainded me that appointment was for the hygienist and he works there afternoons.
Had a look at my calendar and of course she was right. I had been looking at the appointment for two weeks' previous with the dentist.
Now she calls me the day before to remind me of the appointment and time 
phoenix Sorry you were all of doo dah. Having narrowly missed going to the wrong hospital and then totally muddled myself up and got to the right one on the wrong day, it appealed to my sometimes weird sense of humour.
There were 2appointments made originally Charleygirl just in case the consultant decided it was too soon tojudge the effect, as I told them that I had delayed starting the new tablets because I was worried about the bad dreams 
Good afternoon all,
Day off today, and as I had an appointment at Bideford Hospital, I offered to take the work banking to do. The boss is flat out and flustered with a special 2 week summer school, and as I also had to go to the high street to collect some shoes, so it was no trouble and extra brownie points.
Left in plenty of time, as I hate the feeling that I might be late, and parking at the hospital is not easy. (Never seen so many cars illegally parked, 2 wheels on the verge and the other 2 on the double yellow lines).
Arrived in town, collected the shoes (the stitching still doesn't look right) did the banking and decided to go mad and buy a bottle of a perfume that I used to wear which was on special offer at £13.99. Actually, I'm not sure that it still suits me, but it's a bit late now.
Out of the town car park, and on to the hospital, where I managed to find a space after only about 5 minutes driving round.
Flushed with success I proceeded to the right department (I had been before so knew that it wasn't in the main building). I rang the bell to be let in, explained to the receptionist that I was a little early, but was happy to wait. She looked a bit flummoxed and asked who I was there to see.
I couldn't remember, but rummaged in my bag, telling her that I hadn't actually received an appointment card, but had been copied in on the letter from the consultant that I had seen previously, when she had written to this one asking them to see me. The appointment itself had been made by telephone.
I was at the wrong hospital 
and there was no way I could have got to the right one (Barnstaple) either in time or without getting myself all of a doo dah.
It's been rescheduled for next week.
It's an appointment at the memory clinic to see if the new tablets have made any difference
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