Yesterday I went to the doctor for my annual physical. When I walked up to the receptionist behind the desk she looked at me and said, “Oh good, you’re back.” Somewhat confused by her greeting I inquired, “What do you mean by, ‘Oh good you’re back.’? I just got here. “Oh, I’m sorry. Aren’t you Mr. Reynolds?” Lady, I think you’re still confused. I’ve been called many things, but I think if you look real close you’ll notice I’m a woman.” She looked real close and studied me, “You sure you’re not Mr. Reynolds?” I played along and retorted, “If his health insurance is better than mine I can become Mr. Reynolds.” Not even a chuckle.

She told me to sign in and that the doctor was running thirty minutes behind schedule. Great. Since I forgot my book at home I resorted to reading the expired golf magazines. Doctor office magazines – covered in germs – front to back, probably with Mr. Reynolds germs.

The nurse calls me in and takes my vitals. Then I sit and wait some more. I don’t know which is worse – being in the waiting room with sick people with mysterious diseases or being in a room with no window when you’re claustrophobic. While I waited I reviewed my list of questions and concerns. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching Dr. Oz it’s to go to the doctor prepared; that and to always do a poop check when I go. So, I learned two things. It’s fine. Thanks for asking. I was prepared and ready for the doctor to listen.

Doctor came in. Doctor asked how I was and if I had any concerns or questions. I got to number two on my list when the doctor interrupted and told me he was concerned about my concerns, but he had to get on with the exam. He listened to me breathe and did an EKG. It took all of five minutes. He shook my hand and told me to come back in six months.

“You want me to come back twice a year for a yearly physical?” I asked.

“I didn’t have time to answer all your questions today.”

So, I have to pay the price and come back a second time because you were pressed for time. Who’s to say the next time will be any different? May be if you were the one who spent thirty minutes in the waiting room you would have been gracious enough to recognize my time as valuable as yours.

I tried to get him to listen, Dr.Oz, I really did. I think it’s time for me to find a new doctor who will listen.

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