The Waiting Room

If you are a man you probably don't want to read this one!

The warm temperatures are gone. The sunny skies have given into a misty gray day. To be honest it has not been my favorite of days. I had to go to a Dr. appointment today. Yes you know the one. The one I dread all year long. I usually go in June, due to some abnormal tests results last June, I had to go back today.

My appointment was set for 10:00 a.m. I am almost positive that I got there right on time. I tell the nice lady at the counter my name and proceed to take my seat next to the fish tank. It was the only seat available. The room was full of women with big round bellies. Some days I miss that. Key word there is some. I don't know why but this day I chose to not thumb through the magazines. I guess I was just ready to get this over with and move on with more appealing aspects of the day. After a while the nice lady behind the desk tells me that the Dr. has gone to deliver a baby and would return in about 15 minutes. Really? 15 minutes and she will be back, that is quick!

So what did I do? I sat there some more...and some more. I couldn't get over the fact that I was waiting so long to go in and be humiliated beyond belief. It seems a little unreal. I ended up waiting for 1 hour and 15 minutes before I heard my name called. Forever.

To be honest I don't even know why I am writing about this. Sometimes I guess I just feel the need to talk.