As I type this (on my PDA, I really need a laptop), I am sitting in a waiting room with my wifeat her doctor. Why do I bring this up? Because we got here at 4:45 pm and her appointment is at 5:20 pm. You may think that this doesn’t mean anything, and normally I would agree with you. However, the fact that it is now 6:00 with no hope in site (as there are still two people ahead of her, not counting the ones that are in the examining rooms), has turned my attention to this injustice.
Why is it that Doctors can schedule 5, 10, or even 20 people for the same time slot? They charge high prices for a 5-10 min. appointment, yet you have to wait 2 hours past your appointment just to be seen.
Does any one else see a problem with this?
Or how about airlines that sell tickets for their planes, knowing full well that they do not have enough room on that plane to accommodate all the people who purchased those tickets?
But what can you do? I’ll tell you what you can do. NOTHING!!!
But I for one am doing something. I’m complaining. I’m complaining to people that don’t care about my plight and have no way of changing these circumstances. I am expressing myself. I am wasting your time and mine. But hey, I’m board. I’m sitting here with nothing to do and you just happen to be an innocent bystander who are stuck listening (reading) to me rant.
Don’t get mad at me!
No one made you read this!
That was your choice!
Breath…. Breath…. Breath… ok, ok, I’m calm now. Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you.
WHAT!!!! Why are they calling her in! We were in here first. Hey, Hey get away from me. Take that white coat somewhere else. Is that a needle? Nooooo! I don’t need to be sedated! Ouch! That hurrrrrtzzzzzzzz.
More Than Right 
July 20, 2006 at 12:39 pm
While I too find this equally annoying, I know that with my doctor some days she is overrun with sick people. When a doctor has his/her normal schedule reasonably full for well or follow-up visits but then many patients become ill around the same time, her schedule gets very backed up. I’ve been there for a few hours before so I know the frustration. I bring a book and try not to breathe the germy air.
And I try to remember the time that her entire schedule was trashed to accommodate my son, bleeding profusely, because most of his toenail had been torn off by a nasty metal door, just so we didn’t need to wait an interminable length of time for ER to see him when he was in intense pain.