Precious Time

Why do receptionists call and tell you your doctor’s appointment is at 9:00, but “be sure to check in at 8:45”? This morning, I ran around like a nutbar to get out of the house on time, drove like a madman to get there, and then:

8:45: I show up in the lobby, breathless.
8:46: I get weighed… not a pretty sight.
8:47: I have my blood pressure taken.
9:00: I sit in the doctor’s office, waiting.
9:05: I sit and “patiently” wait some more.
9:10: I am now bloody bored out of my mind.
9:15: I’m waiting, past bored to annoyed.
9:20: I’m mad I left my laptop at home.
9:25: I consider napping on the exam table.
9:30: The appointment begins, 45 minutes late.

For my next appointment, I plan on being 45 minutes late which will make me right on time. I have better things to do. Like sleep in. Read. Knit. Play piano. Balance checkbooks. Write a novel.

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