Why do they call me in when they’re not ready?
I wait in one massive waiting room with 20 other people for 30 minutes. Someone calls my name, “Mr. Bacca.” I jump like a Pavlov dog.
“We’re going to put you in this room right down the hall,” she says to me like I don’t know the trick. She takes my temperature and then she says it, the same words I’ve been hearing all my life in the doctor’s office - “The doctor will be right in to see you.”
The doctor has never been “right in to see me.”
I sit in the room, alone, playing with tounge depressors and rolling around that little doctor’s chair with wheels that’s so cool. No matter how many times I’m in there, I get the feeling they forgot about me.
I stick my head out the door and flag somebody down and they usually say something like, “Oh, the doctor is just finishing up with someone and he will … (yep, say it again) be right in to see you.”
If the doctor is “just finishing up with someone” now, why didn’t you just wait to move me in here in the first place?
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lol, that’s awesome. I know what you mean, we all get it and we can all relate to it. I generally sit there, and feel so alone in that small, walled up room lol. Maybe they need to have some kind of refreshments in there, that wouldn’t hidden any test results lol. Nice complaint :O)
Last time I got that runaround, it was at one of those “convenience” non-emergency medicine excuses for a doctor’s office. I had gotten a cut at work and they forcefully sent me there, what a waste. By the time I got there, filled out the ridiculous amount of paperwork, sat there for 20 minutes waiting and hadn’t seen a soul call anyone back to the triage area. I was one of 4 people there. Finally after about 35 minutes of waiting, they called me back. Did the temp/weight/stupid questions I had already answered on the f#@king dissertation I had to write at the front desk. Then she says, “someone will be with you shortly” and then proceeds to shove me back out the door into the waiting area… “OH HELL NO!” I said to her loud enough for everyone around to hear. She got snippy with me and I just sat back down and told her “You called me back here, now go get the doctor…” and I refused to move. A few minutes later, the doctor came up to me and asked me what the problem was with an annoyed look on his face. I proceeded to explain that I was sent by my workplace because of a simple cut (that by that time had stopped bleeding and started to seal back on itself) and that I had been there for damn near an hour, give me a bandage, a letter, and let me go back to work.
That’s when it got interesting…
I happened to notice the whole time he was talking to me, he had one of his arms behind his back, like he was hiding something. Turns out he was hiding half a Subway sandwich which he was eating at the time I got called back there. This put me in a rage because at the time I arrived earlier, over an hour ago, I saw this bastard walking in the side door with the Subway bag in his hand, not realizing he was the doctor. Granted I can’t foul the guy for taking his lunchbreak, but at 4 in the afternoon, with people waiting, and the office closing at 4:30, he could have done the honorable thing and taken care of the people who needed him more than he needed his f#@king sandwich.
To make matters worse, once you are in that “other” room the nurse asks you to put on this little gown which is similar to having a paper towel draped over you and tells you that the doctor will be right with you. The temperature of the room is somewhere around 55 degrees and you can hear the doctor talking to the other patients through the wall. Needless to say by the time the doctor finally comes in you are much sicker than you were 30 minutes ago.