A Visit to the Doctor

I was waiting in the hospital waiting room for what seemed like forever, although it had been about an hour. The specialist’s appointments were running late, as usual, but I listened to my latest detective novel on my MP3 player and waited for my name to be called. I was waiting for test results, although I knew they were positive there is always some anxiety when you reach a certain age. I describe age usually as after the warranty runs out at about 30, you always have a worry.

My name was called and I went into one of the smaller consulting rooms and waited, listening for the doctor. Medical staff was rushing around trying to see all of the patients at the end of the day, and get them in before it was time to leave. My meter had about half an hour on it when the doctor appeared, half an hour or so later.

Preceding the doctor a young man in a lab coat came in to say hello, and talk to me a bit. Being in my world, I assumed that this nice looking, tall young guy was a high school co-op student working in the summer, probably as a volunteer. I had seen another such young volunteer in a previous visit helping people find their way through a very large city hospital.

Therefore I was stunned when he said, putting out his waiting hand, “Hello Mr. Greenblatt, I’m Doctor …….., I’m the Urology Resident”!

I know when I have reached the certain age, and I am there!