This morning I called Phillip back home so I could go to the doctor. I have had enough pneumonia, bronchitis, asthma, and respiratory infections in my life to know this could be potentially very bad.
So I made it to the doctor's about mid morning. It was a new doctor, Dr. Johnson, because my usual GP had no open slots. In the waiting room I filled out the requisite new patient paperwork. I came across this section:
I figured I should be as honest as possible about my "work" situation, so I went ahead and filled it out.
By the time I got to the examination room an entire hour had passed. Actually, over an hour. It had been an hour and 15 minutes. I was beyond irked because waiting for a doctor longer than 15 minutes is my pet peeve. You may have seen my Twitter update saying that I was going to start charging the doctor for my time.
Finally, he arrived. And I forgave him immediately for making me wait. He was charming, had a twinkle in his eye and basically had the prettiest bedside manner I ever did see. He had a southern drawl, was interested in me, made clever jokes, and was basically charm personified. I somehow left there with a big old smile on my face, a sense of reassurance that I was going to be okay, and some antibiotic prescriptions. I didn't care that I had had to wait so long.
And although as I left I could see him sitting in his office chatting with someone in a very unhurried and relaxed manner while the waiting room continued to fill up, I think I am going to abandon my GP and make him my doctor.