Mar 03 2010
By
Gallagher | Filled under:
Family
Appointment time – 1:30 pm
Current time –1:52 pm
Situation – Annoyed!
Here Emma and I sit awaiting a tonsil consultation. (Say that three times fast) President Obama is on CNN lecturing about the future of health care and we are in a packed waiting room with no one listening. Seems ironic doesn’t it. As the President speaks, the receptionist is busy working her tail off handing out forms, shuffling papers, scanning insurance cards and greeting patients.
Before Emma and I sat down I was handed a stack of paper equivalent to an abridged version of the Encyclopedia Britannica to complete for Emma’s medical file. I am sure the amount of paper in my hands consisted of two entire oak trees and a small maple. While handing me the medical forms, the receptionist asked me for our insurance card – oops!
I could tell you exactly where the insurance card is located. It is twenty minutes away stashed in my desk between my new business cards and an unused credit card. The receptionist told me is was not a problem and I could fax them a copy later. When the billing lady her this she let out a sigh only matched by the sigh of agony when parents open up a note home from school. Her attitude towards me forgetting my card began to make Jezebel of the Bible look like a trusted friend. To never figured out who stole her Malibu Dream, Barbie, but the better return it in a hurry.
Forty minutes after walking in the door and 30 minutes after filling out the paperwork, we are now sitting in a small room listening to people walking around and laughing outside the thin door. We were promised a visit from the doctor in a few minutes. I am amazed how the time continuum ceases to exist once the door is shut to the little white examination room. Since they are still laughing outside, I figure it must be us, so I take all the tongue depressors out and lick them and put them back! Ha!
Looking around the room, I notice the doctor’s credentials on the wall. His undergraduate degree is in Mechanical Engineering. Since we are hear for a tonsil consultation, I wonder if I should be nervous. I wonder if he is a good doctor or he is just good at fixing the medical equipment.
After all is said and done, we finally saw the doctor and he asked me questions about Emma. Apparently, Emma’s charts were not written well or he did not read them because all the information is there. Well, anyway, for now Emma will get to keep her tonsils until we hear back from the other doctor.
Oh yeah, remember that tongue depressor statement? I did not lick all the tongue depressors, I licked two or three and put them back! See if you can figure out which ones they are! Ha!
And another thing, we arrived at 1:15 pm and left at 2:35 pm. Just sayin’.
Thanks for stopping by,
Chris
