And now...our tale.
I have to go see this doctor every month to get a refill of my Suboxone, a category III, Weapons of mass destruction type drug that needs an actual paper refill given to a pharmacists in order to fill (so it's not something I can do over the phone, which is a complaint for another time). When I go into the doctor I see him, literally, for about four minutes.
Him: How's it going? feeling good?
J; yep, doing great
Him: any relapses?
assorted small talk and he hands my prescription. Here's thing, he's ridiculous with the "running a little late" bullshit that we all get at doctor's offices. He is ALWAYS between twenty and thirty minutes behind schedule. So today I thought I'd be brilliant, find out when his shift started and get THE. FIRST. APPOINTMENT. I was victorious. Not only did I have he first appointment, I got there twenty minutes early. Early enough to SEE the doctor arrive in coat and hat rushing in to start his shift. He said "Hey jess, good to see you" while I sat in the waiting room.
I get sent back to the "littler" waiting room at 12:55.
When did I, first appointment of the day get my doctor appointment? ONE. FORTY. FIVE. THere was no one ahead of me! I made sure of it! I SAW HIM ARRIVE! If he feels that he has to do things like answer voice mails, call in prescriptions, answer emails before taking appointments, I've got a super plan: GET TO WORK F-ING EARLIER. I have to take off of work for these appointments, and make up the time later. I cannot BELIEVE how long I was waiting. I even poked my head out of the room around 1:30 and a nurse said "He's coming".
Great. On the upside, I got out of the office by 1:57.