Having reached that point in life where Drs. appts are frequent events and considered, going out, I have become far more aware of waiting rooms. Yes, you have to be patient, not just the patient. I have noticed that those waiting are far more polite than the general public. Perhaps we are all just too tired to fight.

I’ve noticed these changes as well; fewer magazines. The magazines available are generally rather benign publications, like Southern Living or the Architerual Digest. Often there are brochures hawking a particular product as well. Most people are staring at their cell phones. Little conversation takes place, perhaps a casual good morning, nothing further.

Each and every time I visit, I am asked the same questions regarding insurance. That is the top priority, making sure payment options are fully disclosed. Then I’m asked about a phone number and e-mail address. Then I’m given a form to fill out asking whether I want to commit suicide. They have a pill for that if you answer yes.

Once you get called into the back you get weighed and your blood pressure taken. More questions, the same ones you were asked earlier, I’m guessing to see if you remember. Then to another room where you are told the doctor will be with you shortly. You wait in isolation.

Now I’m ex-military and so quite accustomed to hurry up and wait. I always arrive at least fifteen minutes early, I am expecting to wait. I do not expect to see the doctor at the prescribed time, comes as a surprise when that happens. The doctor arrives, spends ten minutes with you, and instructs you to make other appts with his colleagues. you get to see more waiting rooms.

The wi-fi password is usually prominently displayed