The only place I dread waiting at more than going to the DMV to renew my license has to be the doctor’s office. It’ never bad when I have an apportionment to go see my regular physician. I am talking about when I wake up with a sore throat or fever and I need to go to the urgent care unexpectedly. I don’t have enough time to fit into my real doctor’s schedule and I’m not sick enough to go the hospital, so I am awarded the inhuman torture of waiting to be given a diagnosis that I could have figured out by myself.
I woke up with a sinus infection that has been bothering me the past couple days. I wasn’t feeling any better, so I decided to get up extra early in order to be the first person taken care of at my local clinic. As I began driving over there, it felt like the clouds were gathering to foreshadow my terrible decision. I just needed to get a prescription for some medicine, not finish my journey of saving middle earth by throwing a ring into a volcano.
I cringed as I opened the door to the urgent care, but was glad to see no one was there. This would be the quickest visit I ever had at a doctor’s office. After filling out some paperwork with the secretary that looks like she is one second away from jumping out of the office window, I looked around to take a seat in the waiting room. I settle back slowly into the worn-out chair in the corner, but keep my hands and arms to myself. The only thing that runs through my head is sick children coughing on the arm rests and sneezing in the magazines. On top of feeling isolated in my designated clean zone, my phone has no service the one time I want to use it to keep me entertained.
It only took about an hour until my name was called from the waiting room. I am pretty sure that people just appeared from thin air and were brought in before me as I woke up from my daze. It felt like I just won the lottery when I heard my name, but the only thing I was awarded was more time being wasted. I got brought into a small room in the corner of the hallway where the nurse spoke a mile a minute checking my blood pressure. After waiting an hour, the nurse slammed the door and vanished faster than she appeared. Was this a doctor’s office or some weird form of speed dating?
The clock ticked and ticked and ticked. It seemed like an eternity as I waited in there. I used to think the physician was in his office watching through a camera to see how long he could make us sit there for. I broke and starting touched every instrument to see if I could just diagnose myself. After almost breaking everything, I soon realized the doctor was in the hallway just talking to her co-workers. While I’m in the room dying from a fever and cooking like a barbecue, she is gossiping. I wish I could just barge out of the room and put her in her place, but I knew I was powerless at this point.
I spent a good three hours of my day at the doctor’s office. After all my patient waiting, I didn’t win a vacation to the Bahamas or new car from Bob Barker. I was given a prescription for antibiotics; even though, the doctor said taking over the counter medication could have just done the trick. The best part about the whole visit is when I tell the doctor how I feel, and the physician looks at me crazy telling me I’m wrong. I’m sorry, but maybe I feel worse from waiting in each phase of this game until I reached the last level of finally being seen by you. As I sit in my bed with a burning fever and sore throat, I still feel just as horrible as when I woke up. I hope that everyone has a better experience in the medical field than I have. Even if you eat an apple everyday for your whole life, you are bound to go to find yourself in the doctor’s office one of these days.