Uh, I kinda snapped at my doctor’s office today.
It was my monthly visit to see my hematologist. I dread going to this monthly visit because it always takes so long. Each and every time I leave this office, I am in a bad mood. It doesn’t make sense to me why I should be there upwards of 90 minutes when I purposely schedule the first appointment of the day.
These people do not respect my time, and that is highly unacceptable.
So, after sitting in the exam room for FORTY MINUTES, I put on my coat and walked out the door. They had already drawn my blood, so I figured if there were any problems they could just call me.
Ten minutes after I left, my phone rings.
“Hi Babs, it’s Dr. G’s office. We were wondering where you went.”
“Yeah, I sat in the exam room for 40 minutes blah blah blah. You don’t respect my time. blah blah blah. I’m not rescheduling. blah blah blah. And I’m NEVER COMING BACK!”
“Oh, okay. I’ll let them know.”
So I am seething mad, but I refuse to go back there. My OB will just have to take my blood her dammy her send me somewhere else.
My time is precious.