2006-06-13
Doctors.
Even though one of my biggest pet peeves is when a scheduled appointment is delayed (because, hello, that's why I made an appointment), I've come to accept that when it comes to doctor's appointments, all bets are off. Like with repair men, the time that is scheduled is merely a ballpark figure of when they will be able to see you. But this morning, when I saw a drug company salesman wheel his presentation materials into the doctor's office ahead of me this morning, I knew the delay would be exceptional, which does make some sense - which would you rather deal with first thing in the morning, a guy handing out free coffee, pastries and drug samples, or a depressed girl who is cranky and pissed off that she was stuck in the waiting room sitting next to someone coughing up half of their lung tissue?
And I was right; it took my doctor an hour and a half to finally make it into the exam room I had been locked in along with a few tattered back issues of Golf Digest (also, I always end up in the same room where they perform pap exams, and just the presence of the stirrups makes my knees automatically press together). So when he gave me guff about having to fill out some paperwork for my office to cover the time I was out, needless to say, I was not exactly friendly. Don't be complaining how there isn't enough time during my appointment to answer a few questions when you spent the last 30 minutes trying to procure a Celebrex plush toy.
Oh well, at least that was a little less worrying then the lab technician who chattered on about how he had the shakes from drinking so much coffee, and why don't I lay my arm on the table while he sticks a needle in my vein?
corin82 at 11:26 p.m.