I’d love to meet the brilliant idiot who first called a doctor’s client a ‘patient,’ because that’s the last thing I am. Can you remember the last time your doctor was actually ON TIME? I can’t. This has nothing to do with the pandemic and everything to do with the endemic, habitual tardiness among those in the medical profession. Once, I sat in the stirrups waiting for my gynecologist for almost an hour. Finally, I walked out into the hall, half naked with a paper around my waist, only to be told, “Why, we plum forgot about you!”
Now my grandmother brought me up to “Never keep anyone waiting, dear. Their time is just as important as yours.” So, unless a sinkhole opens under me, I’m on time. Yesterday I arrived at 1:50 for my 2 PM with the dermatologist and asked the receptionist:
“Is Bozo running on time?”
“Oh, yes, I believe so.”
“You ‘believe?’ Or is he actually running on time?”
“Well, you’re up next!” she replies cheerily. (Not a lie—but not exactly the truth either).
I poll the patients in the waiting room just to be sure. Three of us have the same doctor, and we’re scheduled 10 minutes apart. What I don’t account for are the ones already inside waiting rooms. At 2:20, I’m finally called back, and the nurse hands me a paper gown.
“Take everything off except your underwear and put this on,” she commands.
“I think I’ll wait,” I reply.
“Well, last time I sat here almost an hour wearing that flimsy thing and froze. So, this time, I’m waiting until the doctor is actually coming in.”
She wasn’t pleased and left in a huff. A full 25 minutes later, she returned.
“You can put the gown on now. The doctor will be right in.”
I put it on, then waited. I got up and paced until I found a warm corner in the room and stood there–fuming. At 3 PM, he finally made his entrance.
“What are you doing over there?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Waiting for you,” I replied, “Our appointment was an hour ago and it’s warmer over here.”
No apology–nothing. Why would he? This is how he rolls.
I wanted to say so many things: “Do you think I have nothing better to do than sit in a cold, claustrophobic room waiting over an hour for you?” “Given your superior education, why can’t you schedule your patients so you actually see them on time?” “Do you realize that in the last five years you have NEVER been on time for our appointments, not even once?” Instead, I smile politely. After all, he holds the hypodermic and scalpel. I’m just a PATIENT who plans to send him this blog.
Now ask yourself this when it comes to the remuneration we provide to those in other professions. What would happen if a cop showed up an hour late to a 911 call? Or if a kindergarten teacher left a roomful of 5 year-olds on their own for an hour? Those are the professions that deserve our greatest support.
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Right on Helen. I thought I was the only one who got grumpy (grumpier) while waiting for my always tardy doctor!
Bravo Helen! More consideration and less arrogance. Just like your grandmother and my Aunt Jo said, we should be respectful and considerate of others. Golden Rule.
You say it so well, good job of complaining and making fun at the same time. I hope the Dr. responds.