Thirty minutes is a long time to wait in a doctor’s office lobby. The only thing that makes it tolerable is I know when it will end. It will be exactly a half an hour. When my time is up I get to walk up to the window, assure the nurse that my air passages have not closed up, and leave. A half an hour in the lobby waiting for the nurse to call you back to the exam room, not knowing when you will be called, is much worse.
Like I need to tell you that. My overdeveloped ability to state the obvious has kicked in again. I’m getting a tremendous sense of deja vu. Have I written this before? Have I written this before?