"Thank you. Please have a seat. The Dr. Will be with you shortly."
I sit and wait.
Minutes pass by. I look around at the other patients. And then wait.
The TV is on. I glance at it but with the anticipation of my appointment it's irritating.
Time passes. I look at my watch. My next appointment is coming soon. How far behind is this Dr. ?
I tap my foot. Tap. Tap. Tap. I wait.
I stare at the receptionist. Maybe I can will a staff member to call me back to a room.
I dig around in my purse for anything to entertain my four year old. We wait.
We play thumb war. My mind is on my appointment so his tiny thumbs win and he is quickly bored. I wait.
Here comes a nurse through the door! Pick me! Pick me!
"Mr. Green? Come with me."
I tell my 4 year old, "Stop climbing on the furniture." "Stop climbing on me." "Just sit down and be patient." I tell myself to be patient.
Maybe I should reschedule. What's the point of scheduling an appointment?
I jump up! Race the nurse to the scale and eagerly thrust my arm at her to take my blood pressure.
But then she leaves. And I wait.
I bite my lip. I tell my 4 year old to stop digging through the drawers.
Finally! The Dr. comes in.
Tells me to take a pill. Tells me to take a script to the pharmacy and wait in line for it to be ready. Tells me to take an MRI and wait for the results. Tells me to wait for another appointment, an appointment in which I will wait some more to be seen by the Dr.
I leave.... to go wait somewhere else.