I went to the doctor today for a consultation and while there, I said, “You know, I got this really odd call…something about lab work? I was wondering if it was from here?”
My doctor looks at her chart and says, “Oh yes…we never got your lab work results back. We did schedule an appointment to do the lab work, I see.”
“We did the lab work,” I said. I remember, I had to wait 2 hours despite having a 9:00 AM appointment just for the privilege of being poked, prodded, and generally made uncomfortable.
“Well, when this happens, we don’t know if we’ve lost the lab work or if it’s been lost at the lab’s end of things. We can do it again now or schedule an appointment for a future date?”
I felt like asking if they lost lab work often (after all, that whole statement “when this happens…” doesn’t fill a person with confidence). Instead, I sighed and said, “How long will I have to wait if I do it today?” I really didn’t want to sit in the waiting room for 2 hours again.
After assuring me that it would only be a 10 minute wait, I was led into an examining room. 20 minutes later, I went through the uncomfortable process again and left. I’ve been feeling really tired all day…I actually fell asleep on the sofa and woke up an hour later, realizing I had to pick up John and that I was horribly late. 
Think I’ll go to bed early. I even have a library book I need to finish. 
