Let me set this up. We were in the car after walking out of our pediatrician's office. I made the appointment yesterday for 10:20 today. We showed up at five minutes before the proper time, only to learn that it would be at least an hour wait. This is ridiculous in my opinion. We have never gone to this doctor's office without waiting at least an hour and a half and we never get to see him for more than a few minutes. The parking lot is always full and the waiting room is always ripe with germs being hacked and spread about. This is not a healthy environment for a well child, much less one who's immune system is already compromised. ADD A DOCTOR TO THE PRACTICE! So, today, Bradley and I decided that, since Charlie Mac just has a little rash on his cheek that we are following up on, if there was a ridiculous wait and crowded waiting room, we were going to leave and find another pediatrician (of course, i have since learned that the other one in town is worse, yay). So, while Bradley was getting Iddle's shoes on, I went in to check on the wait. I didn't want to breathe in there it was so crowded in the sick child room (which you have to walk/wade through to get to the well child room). The very nice girl couldn't really give me an estimate for the wait and insinuated it would be at least an hour. I told her "sorry, please cancel the appointment." To myself I thought, "well, somebody else can have that five minutes of his distracted time."
I went back out the car and Charlie Mac was devastated. He had been so excited to go to the doctor. I felt almost like going back in to that petri dish and waiting it out, just to make that sadness go away. Instead, we offered him a trip tot he bookstore and some "ciceream." He accepted the counteroffer.
Still steamed, I was complaining to Bradley about how ridiculous it is for them not to add another doctor to their practice or to at least not make so many appointments. From the backseat I heard Charlie Mac's sweet little voice:
"please don't make that noise Mama, please don't."
Now, mind you, I wasn't yelling or even raising my voice. I was just irritated. He picked up on it and wanted the unhappy sound to stop. I turned to him and said:
"Oh Baby, it's OK--I'm not mad at you, you're great! I'm mad at the doctor because he didn't have time to see you today"
To which he said "don't be mad at da doctah mama, da doctah is good"
Ahem. Wow.
"You are right baby, I'm sorry--The doctor is good."
I looked back up to the front saying "Karmic SLAP!" to Bradley under my breath
Bradley said "body slam."
So, Iddle, thank you for reminding me not to be needlessly angry. To move on when it's appropriate without wasting my health and hurting your precious ears with "that noise."
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