So we waited for over an hour and it was all over in five minutes.

Actually, that is about the sum of it.

Today was 13′s six month check up with her neurologist. Early out fo school, early out of work for Hub, trip home through crazy road works and another trip to the hospital.

Then wait.

And wait.

And get really, really warm while we – WAIT.

And then start to get narked and mutter to Hub that AN HOUR has passed and if they don’t get on with it I’m going.

And then see another woman get the steely eye for complaining to the receptionist. Frankly I had limited sympathy for her, she had only been there half an hour and her child was playing as happily as could be, grow some spine woman.

Eyeball the clock. Mutter. Eyeball the clock some more.

Finally a different doctor, bottom in the chair, “how has she been?” “Oh good, see you in six months.”

O-kay. I get it. The last person took an hour, you’ve split up and everyone is going to get the quick in and out treatment now.

Thanks, I could have told you that on the ‘phone, or email.

Sigh.

It’s all fun and games in the going to appointments world, till someone’s child loses their patience, then it’s bedlam.

What joy.

Tagged as: challenging behaviour, children, daughter, doctors, Epilepsy, health, parenting

{ 1 comment }

Janet Isserlis 13th October, 2011 at 5:56 PM: my mom always says that if one has nothing nice to say, one should say nothing.
so I’m not saying, what the what , really, that’s the specialist help?

damn. and then some other choice words. and then some more.