This is a true story.
I'm fast forwarding to the point where it was necessary for me to go to Urgent Care (which, by the way is different than the Emergency Room(???) A situation occurred in which I needed to get tested, again, to see if my throat was still grasping to the damn strep, icky-ness. Also, the elevators were so slow. If someone was bit by a very poisonous snake and needed to get to the Emergency Room (remember, it's different than Urgent Care), they would seriously die while waiting for the damn elevator.
I wait. And wait. I'm seen by a medical assistant (no one ever knows if it's a nurse or medical assistant). She takes my vitals and says, "The doctor will be in in a minute." I tell her to have a great weekend and enjoy the sunshine. She smirks and rolls her eyes while walking out the door. Nice.
Finally I'm put into a room, to guess what? To wait. And wait. If I survive through the waiting, I tell myself, maybe devoting my life to saving baby seals is an option and I'll help to save the world and stuff? Clearly, all the disinfectant in the examination room was starting to make me a bit high.
The walls are paper thin in the examination rooms. I'm so bored and sit there with my head tilted back and propped up against the wall. Maybe, I'll nap. The next thing I hear would be the following conversation. (Note: I don't believe this is a violation of patient privacy.)
Doctor: Hi. So, what brings you in here today?
Woman: I sprained my crotch.
I'm fast forwarding to the point where it was necessary for me to go to Urgent Care (which, by the way is different than the Emergency Room(???) A situation occurred in which I needed to get tested, again, to see if my throat was still grasping to the damn strep, icky-ness. Also, the elevators were so slow. If someone was bit by a very poisonous snake and needed to get to the Emergency Room (remember, it's different than Urgent Care), they would seriously die while waiting for the damn elevator.
I wait. And wait. I'm seen by a medical assistant (no one ever knows if it's a nurse or medical assistant). She takes my vitals and says, "The doctor will be in in a minute." I tell her to have a great weekend and enjoy the sunshine. She smirks and rolls her eyes while walking out the door. Nice.
Finally I'm put into a room, to guess what? To wait. And wait. If I survive through the waiting, I tell myself, maybe devoting my life to saving baby seals is an option and I'll help to save the world and stuff? Clearly, all the disinfectant in the examination room was starting to make me a bit high.
The walls are paper thin in the examination rooms. I'm so bored and sit there with my head tilted back and propped up against the wall. Maybe, I'll nap. The next thing I hear would be the following conversation. (Note: I don't believe this is a violation of patient privacy.)
Doctor: Hi. So, what brings you in here today?
Woman: I sprained my crotch.
Doctor: Um, can you tell me how this happened?
Woman: Well, I went out dancing last night, FOR HOURS and then later when I got home it hurt SO BAD. Couldn't move.
Doctor: (All that was audible at this point was mumbling and shifting around of some sort.)
All I could think was, WOW she must be in real pain. I hope to never sprain my crotch.
Woman: Well, I went out dancing last night, FOR HOURS and then later when I got home it hurt SO BAD. Couldn't move.
Doctor: (All that was audible at this point was mumbling and shifting around of some sort.)
All I could think was, WOW she must be in real pain. I hope to never sprain my crotch.
The lesson here is to try and listen to conversations the doctor is having with other patients while waiting. It helps to quell the boredom.
4 comments:
Oh my, that was good. Thanks for sharing that one Marisa!
maria
Just......ouch......
Thanks Maria! I feel there has to be some type of upside to waiting for 2 hours at the local Urgent Care.
Jenn: Yes. Sounds like a super "ouch".
Awwwwesome.
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