Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Unlike most of my visits, the waiting room was packed full, just like the doctor’s schedule. Many of us had been sitting there for a long time, waiting, wondering what emergency might have caused this logjam.
An elderly woman walked in and briskly approached the receptionist’s desk. She had no trouble walking or communicating. “I’m EJ,” she said, loud enough for all of us to hear. “Is the doctor running on time?”
“No,” the receptionist said apologetically. “She’s almost two hours late.”
Some of us in the room exchanged glances. We didn’t need to be told things were backed up, but the actual number startled us.
“Well, tell her I’m here. I’m eighty-nine years old, I’m a cancer patient, and she told me she’d see me immediately when I got here.”
Again, the shared glances; we couldn’t believe our ears. This entitled woman was playing the “C-card” in a waiting room full of cancer patients!