Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Waiting Room, Part II


The waiting room is a trick. It’s not a waiting room for the doctor room, it’s a waiting room for the real waiting room. There’s a double-secret waiting room before you get to the examination room. They didn't tell me that. I trundled through the door behind Tyler expecting to get to rifle through the drawers and cabinets in an examination room, which I love to do. Instead, I was shocked to see her sit down in a tiny, secondary, waiting room with approximately 8-10 chairs in it; arranged in an “E” shape.

I was immediately reminded of Temple Grandin and her solution to cattle and cattle-stress-management in corrals: slowly squeeze the cows down into single file lines and reduce their lines-of-sight to limit stimulus and resultant stress.  I drew on my newfound ability to remain silent and did not mention that aloud, but I felt shocked and cornered. I realize I am the rogue Holstein that tears the whole system apart getting clear of the corral. 

That other waiting room was a waiting room to get into this waiting room.
Yeah. Here have a mint.
I don’t want a mint I want a damn doctor. We have been here 45 minutes. I've gone to the hospital, had a surgery, and gone home faster than this.
Oh c'mon. Here take this Cosmopolitan sex quiz. You love taking these. 
......Egghhhh....This is what you get when you take a place for women, fill it with women, and have women run it. Two waiting rooms.  I have never been so glad to be a man.
Yeah you get to start wars, raise taxes and get people pregnant. Hooray for men. Have some water.
Water? Where did that come from?
Right here. There’s always water in the little waiting room
You mean the waiting room’s waiting room
Right.

I was still chafing at the concept of two waiting rooms when the nurse came in and issued us back to the examination room.  We walked in and the door shut behind me. You could not have squeezed a reasonable-sized guinea pig in there with us. It was tiny.

Does this make you feel better or worse? Everything about this experience reminds me of a cattle pen.
What? 
The size of this room
What do you mean? It’s fine.
Yeah for you. You have a big table to lounge on and those feetie step things. I don’t have anywhere to damn sit except this little scooty chair and I HATE IT.
Don’t get agitated and don’t sit in that chair. That’s the doctors chair.
Well he can damn well stand for what this is costing me.
It’s a she. You’re getting all tense like you get when we’re packing the car for a trip. Just relax.
Well here’s a chair behind this little curtain.
You can’t sit there either.
Why not?
I looked up right into a stirrup and a set of legs all a-sprawl.
Oh. Eh. Ahem. Where should I sit?
Just stand over there by my head.
Eh. Cough. Uh. Ok.

The door swung open and a tiny little doctor sped into the room. Without so much as a howdy-do: THUNK! She’s in up to the elbow.

The two of them are talking like sorority sisters. I am mentally clawing at the walls in my haste to escape. This is an internal exam. Eh. I did not know that. Lightbulbs are beginning to slowly flicker over my head. Stirrups. I get it. I realize I should have read Tyler's emails about today's protocol instead of my bass fishing reports message board last night.

When I came back to myself they were cheerfully going over a list of the three million incredibly horrible things that might take place inside your womb if you happen to lose the genetic coin flip. I tuned out for a bit and thought about guns and bears and fishing line. Some time later conversation waned and the doctor turned to leave. I looked at Tyler.

Wait. Didn’t you pee into one of those cups to test if the tester stick thing was right from the other day? You know - the one that said "we're pregnant?"
Yeah. Uh huh.
Well? Was it right? What is going on? Was it right or wrong? WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Eh. Hee heee. So,(turning to the doctor) Ehh. Heh. Ummm. We were wanting to make sure. Eh. You know......(vaguely gesturing towards the womb)
Doctor: Oh yeah (laughing). You are definitely pregnant.

THAT is what I thought we were there to find out.




3 comments:

K@ said...

Finally, FINALLY, a description that suits you! So now when people ask to describe you or you decide to run for mayor, there is a fitting description! "Jimmy Ewing: A Rouge Holstein" Heck, I'd vote for you...I'll even manage that campaign!

K@ said...

Finally, FINALLY, a description that suits you! So now when people ask to describe you or you decide to run for mayor, there is a fitting description! "Jimmy Ewing: A Rouge Holstein" Heck, I'd vote for you...I'll even manage that campaign!

K@ said...

Finally, FINALLY, a description that suits you! So now when people ask to describe you or you decide to run for mayor, there is a fitting description! "Jimmy Ewing: A Rouge Holstein" Heck, I'd vote for you...I'll even manage that campaign!