You know what happens when a television reality star is also waiting to see the same doctor? Well, I’ll tell you…your appointment gets hijacked because there is a bigger name in the room three.
I remember when I was the patient the doctor want to see. I was the young one, the anomaly, the one she was most concerned about. I was the one she blew kisses at during last summer’s U2 concert. I was the one with the purple heart she drew on my arm during my lumpectomy surgery.
Now, while I wait in room one, I can hear the doctor through the paper thin walls tell said reality star that she’d be right with her and apologized for making her wait. Did you see that? It was me cocking my head at what the doctor said.
This is the doctor where, when I go to an appointment, I tell the babysitter that I could be gone from anywhere to an hour to three hours depending on how behind schedule the doctor is. This is the doctor who was at least 40 minutes late to the O.R. on the day of my surgery. She was also late on the day I had my port-a-cath removed and when the O.R. nurses found out who my surgeon was they gave me that knowing nod that they knew she’d be late too. She’s never apologized to me for her chronic lateness.
But this was also the doctor who cleanly removed the cancerous tumor from my body. So, I’ll cut her some slack.
Only in Orange County, only in Orange County.
P.S. My mammogram and MRI came back looking good.