Hospital Visit
I recently had to make an unexpected visit to the VA hospital. Since I didn’t have a scheduled appointment, it meant that I would have to wait a while to be seen by a doctor. It’s not so bad waiting, as I can usually keep myself occupied.
On this particular day, I had to wait over five hours before I got to see a doctor. In the meantime, I read my book, watched some television, took a Cosmo magazine test to determine if I was a giving lover, tried the various cologne samples in the fashion magazines by rubbing the pages on myself, and took a catnap.
Once I did see the doctor, she spent no more than 15 minutes with me. In that time, she had determined that it would be necessary for me to be seen by specialist at a later date. I asked when it would be that I would see this specialist. She told me the appointment would be “in about a month”, and that I would recieve a letter in the mail as to when the appointment would be. I then asked when it would be that I would receive this letter. She told me, “in about a month.”
Out of curiosity, I asked her, if her child or husband had the same problem that I was having, would she suggest to them that they wait a month or longer before being seen by a speacialist? She paused. Her brief silence didn’t provide the reassurance that I was seeking. She then responded with an unconvincing, “It should be alright.”