Went to vist my friendly physician the other day. I have been with him for sometime and my wife often encourages me to change doctors. Not that there is anything wrong with my doctor, it's just how he operates his practice. In the ten years I've known him, he seems to be more disorganized now than ever, which is not encouraging to those who are sick.So I'm sitting in the small cramped office waiting for him to arrive. This is after sitting in the larger uncramped waiting room where I am sure I contracted several new diseases. Finally, in he walks and loudly proclaims, "Where is your chart?" I checked my pockets and replied, "Don't know Doc, I just don't generally carry it around with me." I guess he realized he had spoken out loud that which he was thinking and then hollered out the door, "Where is James Twerell's chart". I vaguely heard some reply about "can't find it".
We stumbled through the remainder of the appointment in which I reminded him of the prescriptions he needed to give me, clarified for him that I did not have high blood pressure, and reminded him to take blood samples as this was a physical. Fortunately I got out before he told me I was pregnant.
As I left, I turned, looked at his office and sighed.
Unlike General McArthur, I shall not return. Just Say'n
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