Current mood:

contemplative

Eye Spy
Someone making a huge amount of money off other people's woes. So I goes to the retinologist for a 2:40 appointment. The waiting room holds around 30 people and is full. So we waits and waits. The dh has gems on his phone and plays that while I read a book. A minute passes, and then another slow minute drags by, followed by a clump of minutes lost to my book. Checks watch. 3:45. My name is called at 4:00.

So I follow the help and get stuff put in my eyes, a photo of my retinas taken yet again, as they haven't received the ones taken two weeks ago from the other specialist, and get seated in a second waiting room. This room holds around 30 people and is full. (Sound familiar)? Then there are the tertiary waiting rooms where abandoned souls wait in the dark for the main guy to visit. I timed the tertiary rooms and a person would be sitting for about 20 mins before a visit.

Around 5:30 my dh finds his way into the second waiting area to see what is happening. Um, nothing hon. He now has to share with me the excruciating pleasure of enduring the whining of a miserable bag sitting behind us. She holds forth at great length how she used to live in a street she calls 'widows alley' because all the guys died prematurely and how it was so unfair for her to lose her dh at 64 from a heart attack. (Well hello. Did you pay attention to his health and make sure his diet was good and you didn't feed him fatty trash? Did you encourage him to exercise? Get regular check ups?) Having exhausted dead husbands, she then holds forth on how unfair it is that she has to move to Alberta from BC. BC is beautiful compared to Alberta, but there are no jobs, apart from hospitality and tourism.

I get tired of people being so darn negative. Each Province is beautiful in its own unique way. Having visited most of them I can put my hand on my heart and say this with conviction. Also, BC might have hospitality and tourism as its main industry and yet what about power plants? People need to live in houses, so who does renos, fixes plumbing, puts up fences? Who works in a water treatment plant to deliver tap water? Who cures the sick and injured? Are there no lawyers? No police? No municipal workers? No vets? The list is fairly endless.

Unfortunately, I start to suffer from acute attacks of facetiousness when I am bored beyond reason. Around about six the nurse-type person calls a guys name and I swear it just popped out of my mouth. I sort of said he probably died waiting. Funny thing, but I got stuck in one of the rooms by myself immediately after that little lapse.

I got five minutes with the 'great man', in which he determined that yes, I do have a membrane growing at the back of my right eye. No, it doesn't need an operation yet. No, it wasn't responsible for my temporary vision loss, which is mostly back to almost normal, excepting I do have worse eyesight in my right eye now. He is now in the process of shunting me back to the other specialist and starts muttering about blood supply to the eye and possibly painless migraines. Huh? Don't have migraines. Anyhow, I have to go have an ultrasound of my neck now.

So go do the math. Each person gets five minutes with this guy and it is obvious he is beyond overbooked. His nurse-type people tried to tell people this was because of emergency patients coming in. Yeah right. The nurse at the hospital made a point of warning us to take food in with us when she gave us the appointment card and she knew the appointment time was between lunch and supper. So emergency patients? I sorta lost my ability to suspend disbelief. Oh well, if money is that important to a guy that he appears to be riding a pogo stick, then I guess he can't mind the brain-numbing pace.