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The Doc's Verdict
11:08 AM. The office is full of people talking in soft voices, a counterpoint to the healthcare channel stock loop.
There appears to be some kind of problem with my insurance card; the provider is so cheap that even if one does not use all of the provided services, they are all listed on the card. Because of this there's a bit of a kerfuffle about what is actually covered. This is taking long enough that I've actually the time to rant.
11:21 AM. They finally processed the card. This visit will cost me nothing, and so I am unconcerned about the stuff that needs to be done.
Now, if they find something...
The wait is irritating. The outdated magazines suddenly look quite appealing.
11:50 AM. I've just read an article in a fairly recent National Geographic about a series of experiments that produced--get this--domesticated foxes. Positively fascinating and positively adorable.
12:20 PM. My appointment was two hours ago. I'm still in the waiting room. A fast-food joint is in my future. Had I known there would be such delay, I would have packed almonds.
1:13 PM. I've finally been questioned, poked, prodded and otherwise interrogated about my conditions.
The dose of my beta blocker has been doubled, as well as the Imitrex. As I write this I am on the bus, en route to what is probably a bad decision in my condition--greasy fast-food. ... then again, NOT eating right now, five hours since a scanty breakfast, is probably a worse idea. I'll just forego my double salt.
1:52 PM. I seriously think I spend more time on the bus than at home.
After making a meal stop it was off to the pharmacy. The prescriptions cannot wait. A doubling on the strength of a beta blocker is a little alarming. ... luckily, my Nook is handy along with the classics of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Master Sherlock, Take Me Away!
4:07 PM. *impatient foot tapping*
Any time now. I dislike the looks of that big beige blotch in my visual field.
5:17 PM.
Now I rest. Let's just say the beta blockers make me... goofy.