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So got up and got my aching self down to the lab which was virtually empty at 10:30, so in and out in under ten minutes, though four people arrived as I was leaving. Elevator opens on one person heading to the second floor, so I assume it came down to me first. I press button for ground floor, doors close, nothing happens. Sign still says Basement. She presses G again. Nothing. Presses two again. Nothing. Presses Open doors. Nothing. At this point I'd be freaking if alone because I absolutely hate this elevator and its very antsy-making slowness. She jabs Open doors violently, doors open on basement. 'This is the worst elevator in Toronto,' she says, and I agree wholeheartedly. She jabs G, doors close, elevator makes moving noises, which I didn't realize it actually did. Usually I stand and wonder if we're moving at all. Am eventually allowed to exit at G. Too much excitement for before breakfast and meds.

Rollator still wobbles and sticks. Finally figure it's the right front wheel that's out of true. No idea how to get it straight but tighten what I can. Call the repair place who charge $150 for a house call, with any repairs being extra, I assume. Might cost less than that to taxi up to Dufferin and Steeles, but am warned that I might have to leave it there. Which no, can't do. Shall eventually go up to Starkman's to see if their 'tall' models are any taller than mine. Thought about doing it today after massage but by then it was 3:30 and Bathurst is a parking lot any time after 2, and I certainly wasn't up for the walk.

However I did win $20 on my freebie ticket from last week, which helps.

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Yikes, the unmoving, unresponsive elevator--my nightmare. I'm glad that it deigned to release you at the ground floor. The elevator sounds very much like the one in my GP's building on Bloor just east of Christie. When I'm there by myself I use the stairs, but when spouse is along the elevator is a must because of his walker.

We've had more than one nerve-wracking experience in that contraption, and I fear it's only a matter of time until the fire department has to come and spring us from captivity. (If the alarm bell even works.)

Oh yes, that's the one!! Horrible horrible device. Am thinking of locking my walker to a post next time and trying the stairs, vertiginous as I remember them being.

That whole building gives me the whim-whams, TBH. It's had two destructive floods over the past couple of years, resulting in months-long relocations of our family doc's clinic, which during non-waterlogged intervals is in the basement.

I consider myself lucky to have a family doctor at all, but oh how I wish he'd consider moving elsewhere.

I missed the floods, fortunately. But something's very wrong with a building that floods that regularly, even with the 'month's worth of rain in a day' monsoons we now have.