Why are the most intelligent men and women in the world (this is going on the supposition that doctors are intelligent, so roll with it) so disrespectful of TIME? I must admit that I have a highly vaulted opinion of time so, granted, this level of exasperation must be taken ... in that light. However, how can it possibly be kosher to keep someone waiting for thirty minutes on a piece of furniture with a piece of a paper on it. That's right. Not only am I not important enough to have my appointment time respected, but my ass is not clean enough to grace the bare skin of that little sofa thingie. Do you think someone has ever pushed the paper aside as they waited for hours on end just to grind their bare bottom into the sacred couch? If they have, I'm convinced an alarm went off and the tiny grandmom of a receptionist who wears too much blush and, amazingly, multi-coloured glasses came to escort them out of the office. Whether or not they were then taken out by a grandmom clone perched up in the huge birch tree outside the practice I've not decided yet. It demands great thought. Those grandmom receptionists are tricksy devils.
Not to take away from my awesome soap box stance, but today I experienced the most expedient time I've ever spent visiting the doctor. Not without it's frustrations but I took only a half hour of work off and got back within plenty of time to get back for class and to call Elisabeth. Total time in waiting room, getting x-rays, and nodding stupidly at an inane doctor = 45 minutes.
I'm off to the foot guy tomorrow. Bastard.
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get well soon, you clumsy ****, seves you right for calling me the OLD MAN... lol. just kidding. I really do hope you get better soon.
consider it this way: that paper is protecting your ass, not insulting it. other people's asses aren't as cool as yours.
you're such a weirdo, i love you.
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