Waiting Rooms

             Sigh... as I sit here, writing this, I am waiting for a taxi to take us to Syracuse for an ent appointment for Feisty Pants. A taxi that is now 30 minutes late. It takes an hour and half to get there. We have an appointment in an hour and 15 mins.  This kind of crap makes me crazy. I hate waiting. I especially hate waiting times that are thrust upon me. And.... it's finally here.

             So.  Now it's about four hours later.  Four hours, one very exciting cab ride (We actually got there just in the nick of time), a doctor's appointment and a long ride home later.   The doctor's appointment took all of ten minutes. The doctor never even actually touched FP or anything.  Not that it went badly.  We went for a consultation about Botox. Which we are going to get done.  In three weeks. Which is fab. They will botox her salivary glands and that will help to control her secretions and hopefully lead to less pneumonias.  (This has worked in the past.)  But this initial consult could have been done over the phone.  Or better yet, if the doc wanted to lay eyes on her via Skype.  Then we wouldn't have had to drive three hours for a ten minute meeting.  And Feisty Pants would not have cried all the way there. (Botox shots for CP and salivary problems are painful and she very clearly remembers getting them in the past.)  Most of all, we would not have had to watch Goo, whose nickname should be NeuroticallyPrompt Pants, seethe all the way there because he thought we were going to be late.

          To make matters even more fun here in Feisty Pants Land, we have another appointment that will go about the same way on Thursday.  FP is having her G-tube changed.  It's a REALLY simple procedure.  Painless and takes all of about a minute.  But the appointment takes FOREVER.  First we get to the hospital GI lab, full of grumpy older people who had to fast to be there and who do NOT want to watch cartoons and don't appreciate FP complaining nonstop that she does.  While I fill out about 30 minutes worth of paperwork.  Then a nurse has to go over every question I just answered like I am a spy being debriefed.  (What exactly is going on these labs I don't know about?!?)   THEN we go back to a procedure room where Feisty Pants finally gets to watch good stuff  but then Goo is now complaining about the wait and when can we go find coffee anyway.  Then the doc finally strolls in as if he has been waiting for us, takes approximately 90 seconds to do the tube change and strolls on outta there like he just dropped the mike.  While we wait for the discharge paperwork.

          Much like people who are not poor do not realize how expensive it is to be poor (poor people get charged more for EVERYTHING while being told it's their fault) extremely busy people find their lives consumed by stupid time wasters. I know we always seem like we are in a giant hurry.  That's because we are. We sleep in shifts and have to arrange everything around FP's eating and med schedule.  So if we seem a little manic it's because we are trying to get so much stuff done in very small windows of opportunity.  We are actually trying to be very patient with you.  So how about you all show a little love back and get off the stick, please?