stupid doctor. make me wait!

Here was my plan:
Leave work at 12 (and you know I'm always for leaving work early), swing by the doctor's office for some drugs, zip home & change my jacket because my big fuzzy jacket is too hot, then off to The City for fun with Suzanne.

Here was reality:
Leave work early, sit in the doctor's office for 2 & 1/2 hours, get so hungry I can't even read anymore, freak out, run out of the office and straight to the restaurant. Then on with the fun-having.

Here is a list of why I hate the doctor:
1. This is my third doctor attempt in NY and they have all been stupid and difficult.
2. I had to wait 2 & 1/2 hours for absolutely nothing. All I needed was some birth control meds, but no. I wasn't even seen. People that came in after me and didn't have to wait 2 & 1/2 hours were admitted before me, at the rate of one every 45 minutes.
3. I was told that after this month, the doctor no longer takes my insurance.

So my hunger-weakened mind reasoned that it would be good to leave and never come back.

At the restaurant, I ordered the first thing I saw. It was a vegan ham & avocado sandwich with yam fries and it was super tasty. Before this, all I had put in my stomach all day was a cup of coffee and an odwalla bar. Luckily my hunger-induced weakness allowed the people at the doctor's office's lives to be spared, especially after saying that they were going in order of arrival, when clearly they were not.

I was glad to have my big jacket after all, because it got a lot colder than it had been. I also was glad for the hat & gloves. And the hot chocolate. And the warm stores that we kept going to. (Update: I bought the cat a new leather string, and he is very happy with the deal.)

So the lesson learned is: I should just leave work early all the time and give up on ever going to the doctor again. Of course, this will probably result in lots of babies for des.