When I Screamed”Doctor…Doctor”… 😮😨😱
I almost caused a riot 😨BUT I did manage to get the attention I wanted.
Let me set the scene… I showed up on time at a foot doctor’s office.
First I waited for my turn in a huge empty waiting room for about 30 minutes. Not a soul came out to acknowledge me after I signed in. I could hear muffed silly chit-chat, but saw nobody.😮
Finally when I lost my patience especially after I heard the rain storm approaching warning on my phone.
How inconsiderate to keep me waiting when there were no other patients…but me.
I was giving the staff another two minutes, mentally, before I’d leave the damn office altogether…
Just then a staff assistant ‘unhurriedly shuffles’ out of somewhere & comes for me.
She mutters, “Follow me” to deposit me absentmindedly in one of many small examing rooms situated in a maze of like rooms. They in the rear of a vast hidden wing.
Her demeaner shows she obviously not in the same time zone as I.
“Up on the the high examining table…”She orders me.
I’m 83 1/2 and do walk nor climb well, which she ignores allowing me to struggle manuvering myself up on it. (Damn)!
Her eyeballs are not on the blood pressure cuff she’s applied to my arm.
My blood pressure does not register… so she has to re-do it . (She had it on upside down. Totally out to lunch!🙄
I’m reluctant to complain because I can see she’s not too sharp. I just wish the foot doctor to cut my ingrown toe nail, check some swelling in my ankle… and get me the hell outa there! 😣
… Before she leaves the room I nervously remark, “This high table has no arms… so it will be most difficult for me to get down… having no supports”.
The assistant shuffles out this windowless appendage of a room, & slams the heavy wooden door… behind her.
After 15 minutes in this tomblike room I’m growing increasingly uncomfortable.
I know that I cannot get off the table to exit if I must…then deja vue hits me! 😮
As this is late afternoon on a dark, rainy Friday & I don’t hear a sound I am… growing uneasy!
“Hello-Hello”, I call nicely. I wait then no answer…no sounds of life.
Again I call but louder this time,
“Hello-hello-hello”. I wait…nothing but dead silence.
I wait 2 more minutes, then call, “Please someone come in”.
But nobody responds. 🤔
Now I scream, “Doctor Howard-Doctor Howard”.
In a panic in dashes Doctor, Nurse, and the suddenly awake assistant.
“What is it”? What is it? They ask… like I’m nuts!
Then I tell this stunned trio my story:😲
“A number of years ago I had a late GYN appointment. I was working those days,so this doctor’s visit was made for after work .
I awaited my turn then was escorted into one of many exam rooms, helped onto the table, feet put into stirrups and left.
The doctor, thought he had taken care of all his patients, so he closed the office, & left with his staff… for the day.
He ran to catch his train on The Long Island Railroad to go home… forgetting about his patient… (me) in the last examination room!
I was stuck in place until luckily a cleaning woman came in to clean and rescued me.
I was beginning to fear another terror in the making when you left me for 20 minutes… with no way to get off the table or out of here.
True I wasn’t locked in metal stirrups, but being older now & this high table with… no arms constituted my being locked up!
Having lived this fucken nightmare before…I was forwarned…thus my panic”!
Well when I explained this…we ALL began to howl… with laughter… 🤣🤣🤣
I guess they’ll never forget me!
