Monday, January 05, 2015
Medical Office Delays
Today I had a flashback to that scene. I'd made an appointment for treatment of a minor foot issue. The podiatrist was someone I've known for a long time. He's treated minor foot issues for me before, and always given me good advice. And, besides, I used to work for him, transcribing his chart notes and his letters.
I got to my appointment on time. A little bit early because of my paranoia about being late and inconveniencing someone. After an hour and a half in the waiting room, with no communication and no explanation, and watching four people who had arrived after I had be taken back for treatment, I decided to leave. I told the front desk I'd been waiting for an hour and a half and no one had said offered me any explanation -- there's been an emergency, for example -- and four subsequent arrivals had gone back. Then the girl kind of half-heartedly offered to find out what was going on, but I declined, telling her that if I had been the one who was an hour and a half late, Dr. A wouldn't be eager to see me. I pointed out that there are lots of other foot doctors. And I came home and started dinner. We're going to have the best-mixed meatloaf ever tonight.
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Monday, January 05, 2015