Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I'm not upset, I just don't understand. I scheduled a mammogram over a month ago. They asked me to arrive 15 minutes early in order to complete paperwork. I rushed everywhere, school, WalMart, Trader Joe's, home, back to school to deliver forgotten goods, skipped a shower, recruited my mother for noon pick-up, and, miraculously was on time, 15 minutes early, as requested by the schedule makers.
I sat. I waited. I sat for thirty-five minutes past my appointment time, plus the 15 minutes pre-time, equals 50 minutes of waiting, for a SIX minute procedure. Six minutes.
If I had known that I was going to be sitting, waiting, I would have been late. You know though, if I were to arrive late, they would have been on time. I would have had to reschedule, and repeat the entire process all over again.
I'm forever under the control of the mammogram technician folk. I don't think it's fair. I shouldn't be old enough to need a routine mammogram. I should have been waiting for the next available pedicurist instead. They have better magazines. I feel younger there.