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Waiting in the Office Waiting Room
A Waiting Room
The joy of a doctor visit is only surpassed by the wait in the waiting room. Don't get me wrong, it's a very nice waiting room; windows, plants, a 46" flat screen TV, and of course seating which is part of the wonderful waiting room furniture. All in all not a bad place to wait.
The two large windows look out over the parking lot. Nothing too interesting there. The plants are standard greenery. The TV is a special "medical waiting room channel." It shows medical tips, snippets from popular TV shows and short documentaries. The furniture is standard waiting room with its wooden arms daring you to try to get comfortable.
When I arrive I find my doctor has merged with a health management company of some sort and I need to fill out new forms even though I have been his patient for over ten years and I haven't moved, changed my name, or gotten new insurance. After getting my insurance card copied and filling out those four pages of forms I am ready to sit and wait.
Being Early for an Appointment
I made the mistake of arriving ten minutes early for my appointment. I say mistake because this adds ten more minutes to my wait time. I look around the waiting room at my fellow waiters and see many interesting sights. The gentleman to my left maneuvers his walker awkwardly and I hold my breath as he crosses the room to get a magazine. Fortunately the chair next to the magazines is empty and he plops down to read his magazine. The gentleman to my right has managed to make himself very comfortable and is snoring loudly oblivious to waiting in the waiting room. The gentleman across from me, though my age or older (let's just say sixties) is playing a game on his cell phone.
People in the Waiting Room
The lady across the room from me, who is with the gentleman with the walker - probably his daughter, is engrossed in the TV now showing a short about Maui as are the other three people at the end of the room. It is now fifteen minutes after my appointment time and I am still sitting in the waiting room.
A new female waiter is on her cell phone telling some interested party why she's here. It seems she "has something in her eyelid" and just wants the doctor to look at it. She was taking down her Halloween decorations and got something in her eyelid.
The gentleman with the walker has decided to go back to his original seat to finish his magazine. I again hold my breath as he maneuvers his way back to his chair, next to his daughter, thankfully without incident. Now there's a doctor on TV explaining about allergy sufferers and pets. He recommends small animals, the smaller the better, and frequent baths to keep their dander down.
Aside from the TV there's not a lot of noise in the waiting room. I've been to movie theaters with more noise than this, not counting the movie itself of course. I did notice the rug is starting to wear just a tiny bit by the front door and oh, the cushion in my office waiting room chair has worn down to almost non-existent. More like sitting on a wooden chair than a padded one. While I was noticing the lack of padding I also noticed my bottom becoming numb.
The TV has now moved on to melting glaciers and the possibility of covering glaciers with reflective blankets. Honest! A test was done in Greenland and showed there is a rise in the size of the glacier with the reflective blanket, even under two feet of snow. I'm learning so much. It is now 25 minutes past my appointment time and here I sit and wait.
There are still four people ahead of me. I wonder how long they've been here and what time their appointments were. The lady across the room has given up and gone to sleep, can't say I blame her. I'm sure if I wasn't writing this I'd have been asleep at least ten minutes ago.
I think the plants have grown since I got here! One person called in leaving only three people ahead of me. It's now forty minutes since my appointment time and here I sit and wait.
The Lucille Ball show is on TV now. The one where she plays Lucy Carmichael and her boss is Mr. Moody. She just won a lot of prizes for being the 1 millionth customer in a department store. They give her a ton of gifts and take her picture for the newspaper. The caveat, of course, she is supposed to be home from work sick. This is the longest show so far. After it's over though the TV screen asks us to be patient while it refreshes.
Another gentleman comes in just to pick up his medications. He find that he needs a prescription for one of them and has to see the doctor. The receptionist says she'll make an appointment but he complains he needs the medication right away and also that he can't afford the $187 price tag of one of his other medications. The conversation goes on for a while until finally the receptionist brings him in the back to continue the conversation and hopefully resolve his dilemma.
Surprisingly I've only seen one drug representative come while I've been sitting here, now over an hour. As the gentleman with the medication problems leaves he turns to me and says, "I see you are writing." I reply that it helps pass the time.
Finally, one hour and thirty minutes after my appointment time I am called into the doctor's office. I know enough not to get excited because once in the examining room I have to wait another ten minutes before the doctor arrives. When he arrives and asks how I am doing I tell him okay but I'm a lot older than I was when I got here!