Friday, May 16, 2008

Doctors


How can a doctor be forty minutes late for the second appointment of the day, you know, at 9:10 A-freaking-M?????

He was in there. It is not like there was any sort of eMERgency.

WTF?

Sucking chest wound of a mumble mumblemumble

Not the best start to the day.







PS. The day did improve.


PPS. A lot.


....later....

look what I found while looking for the sidebar poem about doctors...



Click on it to read if you like...but, OMG, this is the waiting room project out of the UK, they chose poetry for waiting rooms all over, an excellent idea to my mind, much better readding that info about bunion surgery..but one called Acceptance? You have GOT to read this...

What were they thinking?

8 comments:

oreneta said...

AHHRRGGGHHHHH the poem isn't much bigger when you click...I'll sidebar it tomorrow, it's 2:28 am now, time for bed.

Beth said...

(Noted the size when I clicked on the image - was afraid it was due to my declining eyesight.)
They're called "waiting" rooms for a reason but that in no way decreases our frustration level.
And, hurray! You were able to use that (charming) expression.
I love the poem on your sidebar.

(I copied, pasted and printed your book recommendations - many thanks!)

Mar said...

I loved the poem! hope you didn't have to wait for 3 hours and I am glad the day got better after the doctor's...
was it because you went to the Boqueria?? I was so impressed you recognized the candy stall!!
;)

oreneta said...

Beth, did other folks leave notes about books? I'll have to go check.

Mar...but but but...it's the Bouqueria! My kids, by kid based sugar sensitive homing device found that place on the FIRST day in BCN! I'm going to have to go again soon....

dawn said...

I so agree about the waiting. We have kind of learnt to accep it as the way it of going to the doctor. Sad his time is so much more important than mine. We try not to go unless we have to; no time for the waiting.

oreneta said...

Dawn, yes we too avoid it, though lately....there is a Catalan phrase, sempre ploure sobre moullat...it always rains where it is wet....it fits. Everytime I turn around someone or other, including the dog, have to head off for something. Though I have to say that the vet and associated labs are BY FAR the most efficient. Sometimes I wish we could just take our stuff there.

Hilarious Catastrophes said...

Heh! Looks like the chaps at the top of this post have been waiting far too long for the doctor! And yes, there are poetry leaflets in the waiting room at my doctors... I have to say though, I always hope for something either profound and thought provoking, or snappy and funny... Unfotunately I don't find that in those leaflets...mind you, I've only looked at one once... :o)

elPadawan said...

Can't read the poem, it's too small :(