Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Doctor's Office Waiting Rooms are Bad for Your Health

There is little in this life that I hate worse than going to a doctor. But a "thingy" that came up suddenly on my leg and started growing prompted me to go and I had to endure the dreaded doctor's office waiting room. Last week, it was two hours before I was seen and this week I had to go back to have the "thingy" removed.

I packed a lunch because they told me they were "working me in". That's always a bad term - translated it means you probably need to take some meals, and a change of clothes. And the temperature in those places is usually set around 65 which means I also take a blanket. So, in I go with my camping equipment.

All the people in that room were old and sick ! It was depressing. I'm fairly old and I had the majority of them beat by about 20 years. One man was coughing and choking to the extent that I thought he wouldn't live until he could wait out his time for his appointment.

I decided to amuse myself with reading and my choices of magazines were Child Crafts, a December 2001 edition of Field & Stream and a fairly current issue of Auto Week so I decided to watch the 9" screen T.V. which was bolted to the ceiling about 20 feet from my chair. The program selection was permanently affixed to the Food Network and when they said, "Start by sauteing your duck breast in duck fat", I decided to forego watching T.V. and to just sit there and stare at the afflicted.

After waiting in that room for another three hours, the shots, cutting, bleeding and stitches were a welcome relief !

3 comments:

Susan said...

You are so funny! "Staring at the afflicted" made me actually spit diet coke out of my mouth laughing!

Amy R Shipp said...

I also liked the vision of you carrying your camping equipment. I can just see you with the little Coleman stove, offering s'mores to your elderly companions.

Anonymous said...

It sounds like you were upset by the Field and Stream magazine being almoost 5 years old. I can see why! Fishing that long ago was very low tech. You would have a hook on the end of a string attached to a stick.

Oh, never mind.