Yesterday morning after work I had to make my way back to see my doctor for what would be a procedure with liquid nitrogen that would take a grand total of no more than two minutes. My appointment was at 11, and after my last visit, I was fully expecting that two minutes with the doctor to turn into a 2 hour ordeal. I was very, very wrong.
I arrived at his office and checked in about 10 minutes early. I was greeted by two ladies at the front desk wearing masks over their mouths. The masks might have saved them from cold and flu germs that may have been floating around, but they couldn’t mask their wonderful personalities.
“Do you have an appointment?” That was the greeting I got when I stepped up to the desk. No “good morning” or “how are you” in this office. Nope. No use wasting time with pleasantries with these gals. It’s straight down to business.
I grabbed a seat and mentally prepared myself for at least an hour wait. At 11:15, the lady who escorts patients to the various offices around the clinic came out and called out “James?” Man, I hate that name. The only time I ever heard it growing up was when I was in trouble with my mom. Not only would I hear “James,” but all three of my given names. I knew I’d definitely been busted for something I did at that point. But, I didn’t really care. “James” was good enough for me. I got up and followed her to the office where I would await the royal arrival of my doctor.
Less than five minutes later, he showed up. Unlike my experience at the front desk, we exchanged pleasantries, as we always do. He wanted to know when I was leaving for my trip and he told me about his upcoming trip to San Francisco. After that it was down to business.
A couple of minutes later I was on my way to my vehicle to head home. It wasn’t even 11:25! I felt like I’d won the lottery! I sat in my vehicle, letting it warm up and savouring the moment.
Believe me, I know how rare a 25 minute visit to see my doctor is!