Today, my long awaited trip to the gastroenterologist finally happened. Right after school, my dad picked me up and drove me to the Children’s Hospital in Boston for my appointment, where I reunited with my mom. Shortly after the first few steps out of the car, I realized how grossly unprepared I was for the long waits. From 15:00 to 18:00 I had no iPod, no book, and no food. And by the time I saw the gastroenterologist, the staff made me jump through hoops by updating my insurance and moving from one seat to another, awaiting the mythical call from the doctor. I had been so bored that I made a TODO list for when I got home. Once the “doctor” arrived, I realized that she was merely the nurse practitioner, but she represented the gastroenterologist, who passed advice to me indirectly through the nurse practitioner. She then forwarded me to get some x-rays of my stomach to determine the problem and finally gave me a specific plan to follow until my next visit. Overall, I am glad I went to see her, but I’m disappointed in the great number of wasted hours I could have spent doing something productive.
/rant
