Mom drove me to the medical center to get a lab test. Sometimes I get queasy and/or woozy when someone is drawing blood. Fortunately, I got the phlebotomist who has "the touch," and she distracted me by talking to me, while I looked away from what she was doing. She gave me cranberry juice and crackers, and then I had a snack that I'd brought out in the waiting room.
Mom and I went out again later in the morning. We went to the public library to get an interlibrary loan book that I'd requested about plastic surgery in World War I, and then to the local university library, where I read articles about the same topic, and then looked at history books. Mom read "Choice" magazine. When we were done there, we went to the Amish market.
I read the book in the afternoon and evening.