Tuesday, February 3, 2009
"Kent, touch your hips"
My two year old has two ear infections. Yesterday we arrived at our doctor's at 6:05 for our 6:15 appointment. At exactly 6:09 we were escorted back to the examining room. At 7:30 p.m. our doctor finally walked in to the room to see Kent. We were in that tiny, white room for an hour and twenty minutes. By about 7:10 I gave up trying to keep Kent out of the cabinets and off the spinning stool. I sang him every nursery rhyme and church song I could think of. I told him every fairytale and super hero story I knew. Why doesn't the staff have the patient's wait in the WAITING room instead of the examining room?