I had to see the doctor yesterday; there's a weird, painless, hard bump on my right elbow, and it's growing. There's nothing like it on the left. After I saw the doctor, she led me back to the waiting room, and told me to wait. I sat there for two hours (it wasn't too bad; I had my phone).
So I went up to the counter and asked, "What am I waiting for?" I was personable as always. The receptionist said, "Orders from the doctor." I said, "For what?" She said, "Your next appointment." I said, "How long does that take?" She said, peering at her screen, "We don't have anything yet." With a bit of an eye roll she looked at her colleague at the counter who looked at her screen and said, "No, we have nothing yet. Please have a seat." But I remained, not out of indignation, but curiosity and the fact that I was hungry as hell; I hadn't eaten lunch yet, and it was almost 4PM.
Just then the doctor walked by behind them. I said, "Excuse me doctor, what am I waiting for?" She said, "We need approval for your X-ray." I asked, "How long does that take?" She said, "We'll call you." I said, "Then why did you tell me to wait?" She said, "For your follow-up appointment." I said, "How long does that take, I've been waiting two hours?" She looked at the ladies I had been talking to behind the counter and said, "I sent the orders a long time ago." The receptionist looked at her screen again and said, "Oh, we just didn't see it."
So two different ladies looking at two different computer terminals missed the doctor's orders, or they were lying to me.
Earlier during the exam, the doctor called in her boss who poked and prodded the bump just like she did, and they both had said, "Well I just don't know what this is." He kept asking me, "Does this hurt?" I said no. He pinched it, and I said, "That hurts a little." Both doctors laughed at me with an obvious "no duh" sentiment, and he said, "Well, I'm pinching you!" How could I know that he didn't want that information? Why do people enjoy trying to make others feel stupid?
Between both doctors, the ladies at reception, and all the other patients waiting, I was the only white person there. God, I hope this all wasn't about race or the fact that I'm gay (my mom told me when I was 17 and not "out" yet that it was obvious that I'm gay - others disagreed with that). So I said in a calm voice, but loud enough for the doctor to hear, "Remember, it's OK to apologize." She said nothing and handed me an appointment slip that she just needed to press a button for.
They set the appointment for way out in February. I hope it's nothing worrisome, again it's growing, and I told both doctors that.
On the upside, my lunch was tastier than usual; I was ravenous.
Life.