
As I sat in the waiting room at the ophthalmologist for my annual appointment, I looked around and felt very young. At that moment, it seemed like everyone else there was at least twenty years older than me. Maybe they were. Maybe they weren’t. But it was definitely an older crowd.
As I sat and listened to conversations and comments, I heard many snarky, rude, and unkind comments going on all around me.
- “They herd us in here like a barnyard.” (Not sure what he meant by that.)
- “They don’t care how long we have to wait.” (They was five minutes after they arrived, checked in, and sat down.)
- “Do you think the doctor’s even here? I don’t think he’s here.”
- Her: “Did you bring your insurance card? I told you to bring your insurance card. You never bring your insurance card. Why don’t you bring your insurance card?” Him: “Is this my insurance card?”
- “The last time I was here, I had to wait two hours. Two f****** hours.”
Nobody was happy. Everyone was outspoken about their unhappiness.
I thanked my doctor for taking good care of me. I am grateful for how my doctors saved, improved, and maintain my eyesight. For me, it’s an everyday miracle. If I have to wait a few minutes or pay a little more, its more than worth it. I can see!







