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If I catch a disease it’s because I was surrounded by a party of sick people for THREE HOURS

March 31, 2015 by Mona Andrei 6 Comments

Feeling like this, I seriously wondered why I even needed to see the doctor
Feeling like this, I seriously wondered why I even needed to see the doctor
Hey there, awesome readers!

If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I had a wonky day yesterday. Two meetings that started early and ended early had me show up for a doctor’s appointment. Early. And by early, I mean precisely THREE HOURS before my scheduled appointment.

“No biggie,” I said to myself as I pulled into the parking lot THREE HOURS EARLY. “Surely they won’t make me wait the entire three hours. They’ll squeeze me in.”

For some reason I imagined that doctors run their offices like a butcher shop: first come, first serve. I was wrong.

For reasons of a technological nature, the receptionist couldn’t sign me in, even though my logic said she could.

“No biggie,” I said to myself once again. “I have my laptop so I’ll just write while I wait FOR THREE HOURS patiently.”

Either I’ve never noticed this before or possibly I’ve just never spent THREE HOURS in a doctor’s waiting room, but it appeared that everyone knew everyone else except me. (Which, by the way, conjures up a vague memory of how I felt on the first day of school.)

So while everyone else was nodding and exchanging pleasantries, I was mostly just sitting there, telling everyone to shut up. In my head, of course. I’m Canadian that way.

I tried to focus on writing. Honest. But I was overwhelmed by what I imagine a quiet stranger feels like after crashing a party. And since it was IMPOSSIBLE to focus, I created this party list …

Doctor’s Waiting Room Attendees

Marie Antoinette. Named thus from the way that she and her long, faded, royal blue coat walked the room. She reminded me of a host. Or a queen. Or a crazy cat lady. Her coat was missing a button and on the threshold of tacky. Also it looked like something you would rent from a costume party store. As she walked around, bobbing her white head and greeting chairs, she made sure to proudly proclaim her age. It was her birthday and she turned 86.

The man with dead eyes. He was quiet so I don’t have much on him but what I lack in details I improvised with my keen sense of observation:

He had dead eyes. Not because his heart had stopped beating but because he had no regard for life. Except for a peculiar pleasure in taking it from others. His own eyes seemed to mirror those of his victims …

Okay, I just totally made that up. In my defence, I was there for THREE HOURS.

The young mother with small, impudent child. This duo mostly kept to themselves except for when Marie Antoinette came by to proclaim that it was her special day.

“Today is my birthday and I’m 86,” she said to the child, her body bobbing like a marionette as she said it.

In response the child said, “Today is not my birthday and I’m six.” (Well played, kid.)

The 20-something Deliverance couple and older woman. I had a hard time placing this family. I couldn’t tell if the couple was married or brother and sister. Or both. This is because my brain started playing the banjo.

The mafia man with the aggressive cologne and devious sunglasses. This guy thought – with confidence, I might add – that he was incognito. I was onto him. Especially after I heard him say on his cell phone, “Yeah. I got the stuff. You got the money?” (I may be paraphrasing. Or thinking of an old Al Pacino movie with Cuban drug dealers.)

The woman whose sweater ate the sun. This lady didn’t talk much but she didn’t have to. Her sweater was loud enough for the both of them. Also, she came back in a panic 20 minutes after her appointment was over and then again about an hour later because she had lost her umbrella. Clearly the umbrella meant a lot to her. Or she was Mary Poppins.

The lady with allergies. Just as Marie Antoinette proudly proclaimed that it was her birthday, this older woman was happy to broadcast that the good doctor had advised her to avoid corn. All good and well except that every time she mentioned the word “corn” it sounded like she was saying “porn”. She has forever been ingrained in my mind as the crazy lady who watches porn while avoiding corn. (My brain is a limerick. I blame boredom.)

And then there was the man who coughed up a hairball. Or possibly it was his pancreas. Let me tell you: You can never unhear that. Although disturbing, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised to find an actual SICK PERSON in the doctor’s waiting room.

Of course there were other various background characters that came and went throughout my wait that lasted on the verge of forever but these were the ones that stuck out in my mind. Then finally, my THREE HOUR WAIT came to an end and I was called into the doctor’s office – 20 minutes after my scheduled appointment. (Good grief, Charlie Brown.)

I’m happy to report that I’m healthy. Except for maybe a newly formed nervous tick of screaming at people to shut up in my head. Think mental turrets syndrome. Also, my dislike of being in public places my have gotten a fever.

PS. I also learned yesterday that I’m the only person IN THE WORLD who doesn’t call my doctor’s receptionist by her first name? Clearly that’s not exactly working out for me.

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  1. Haralee says

    March 31, 2015 at 5:51 pm

    I have waited long times in doctor offices to see a doctor, but I was getting paid as a pharmaceutical rep! You witnessed a slice of humanity for sure. I like your brain comments and you showed wisdom in not letting those comments pass your lips.

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    • Mona Andrei says

      March 31, 2015 at 7:25 pm

      Thanks, Haralee. It took me a few times around the block but I think I have the fine art of keeping my thoughts to myself covered now. It helps that I blog 🙂

      Reply
  2. Donna Highfill says

    March 31, 2015 at 8:09 pm

    You have written about my exact experience. The last time I was at the doctor’s office I waited 2.5 hours, and moved my seat so many times I think they were worried about my mental stability. Great blog – will tweet it!

    Reply
    • Mona Andrei says

      March 31, 2015 at 8:17 pm

      Thanks for your kind words, Donna. And for sharing the social love 🙂

      Reply
  3. Rebecca Olkowski says

    March 31, 2015 at 9:27 pm

    That was hysterical! I was just sitting in a doctor’s office a couple days ago and there were some doozies ;sitting next to me. I wish I had thought to imagine their characters. LOL

    Reply
    • Mona Andrei says

      March 31, 2015 at 9:45 pm

      Thanks, Rebecca. Makes me feel better that I’m not the only one who sees “them” 🙂

      Reply

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