I see my endocrinologist
about twice a year. She’s the one
responsible for making sure my bones stay strong. Every time I go I know it’ll be a long wait. So I arrive prepared with today’s paper, a book, and games on my phone. But within twenty minutes, I am weighing the
pros and cons of getting up and walking out.
Today’s
appointment is for 11:30. I arrive at
11; my bus is surprisingly fast. I am
asked to fill out a form listing any medications or supplements I am
taking. “Nothing has changed since my
last visit, so I shouldn’t have to fill this out,” I tell the receptionist, who
turns out to be a temp. “The doctor
requires that you do; I’m sorry,” she replies, though she’s clearly not.
I am the
only patient waiting. “Do you know how
much longer it’ll be?” I ask. Another receptionist overhears me and answers for the temp. “C’mon, you’ve been here before. You
know she’s never in before noon." THEN
SHE SHOULDN'T SCHEDULE 11:30 APPOINTMENTS, I want to scream.
My doctor
is at the hospital doing rounds I’m told.
At noon she comes in, no apologies.
But my
doctor is good. After all, she was
listed in 2012’s New York magazine’s
Best Doctors’ issue last June.
I come
home, check my mail, and find New York’s
new issue of Best Doctors. I look her
up. She’s gone. Maybe keeping patients
waiting has pushed her off the list. At
least I hope that’s the reason.
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