My semi-annual doctor’s appointment is the fast lane. From leaving my house to returning home: fifteen minutes.
I arrived five minutes before my appointment. Gave my name, they said, “You’re all set.” I sat in the empty waiting room for forty-five seconds before a friendly voice said, “William?”
I followed her into the first exam room. Stepped on the scale for my weight. Sensor on my finger captured my heart rate and O2 while she too my temperature. My blood pressure was good. In any pain today? Nope. Okay, the doc will be in soon. That took all of two minutes.
Sixty seconds later, a knock at the door. “Hey, thanks for coming in!” “Hi, doc, good to see you!”
His opening line is always, “So tell me everything.”
I could only reply that I had nothing to share. Feeling good. No issues I was aware of.
He did a quick run through of my bloodwork. Everything looks good.
I brought him up to date on all my recent vaccines: pneumonia, shingles, flu.
“Hey, I’ll see you in six months.”
He hands me a copy of my bloodtest results and an appointment card, and is out the door. I am back to my car in less than ten minutes.
Too fast? Too efficient? Maybe. I’m grateful that I’m healthy, and don’t have a lot of issues to deal with right now. Short doctor visits affirm that this is a great time to be alive.
