I went to the doctor’s yesterday which means I had a lot of time to spend reading a book I really loved. I’m not telling you about that book—yet. (C’mon, I thought cliffhangers made all readers scream for more.)
Here’s how the whole thing went down:
Hi, I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Soandso.
What’s your full name and date of birth?
It’s Tracey Neithercott and my birthday is April 19, 19--*
Insurance provider with the ID number and group number?
And your reason for visiting?
(Insert long, descriptive explanation of my latest health woe.)
Okay, are you available on Thursday, June 30 in the morning?
See you then.
- Full name
- Date of birth
- Insurance provider
- ID number
- Group number
- Elaborate explanation for visit.
Read a good deal of previously mentioned book while waiting.
NURSE looks over file.
So, what brings you here today?
Long, detailed description of my latest health problem.
NURSE makes notes in the file.
Read even more of said book while waiting yet again.
DOCTOR looks over file. I truly believe he can read.
So tell me about what’s bothering you.
Long descriptive, detailed explanation of why I’ve jumped through 402 hoops to sit in that chair for more than a half an hour.
Let me take a look.
You should know three things:
- Time slows inside doctor’s offices.
- Despite common sense that would suggest otherwise, nobody reads any of the notes taken prior to an exam
- I’ll review the mystery book** on Monday.
*I’m not giving away the year. I’ll let you decide whether I’m usually mistaken for someone younger or older than my age. (And, yes, I realize you can easily find it with a quick Google search but whatever.)
** No, it’s not THE book I've been dying to real for, like, ever. I’m still teasing myself with that. No Divergent until this round of revisions are done. I’m sure they’d go a lot faster if I stopped reading…