Make ME Wait 45 Minutes? NOT.

The recheck appointment in Victoria was yesterday.  I felt confidently nervous as I walked into the BCCA offices for my 8 week check up with Dr. Adolescent and the Playboy bunny.   Dr. A was first.  He still cannot look at me eye-to-eye, but he certainly could direct his attention south about 10 degrees, if 'ya get my drift.  We had a pleasant, if brief chat, wherein I expressed concern over the few negative side effects experienced by hanging out with Tami Oxifen, and he looked simultaneously sympathetic and bored.  Heard it all before, yes indeedy.   He gave me a firm handshake (as his eyes roved around the room and searched the ceiling for invisible bugs) and said he'd like to see me in about 3 years' time, maybe when he was old enough to drive a car.   I wasn't overly disappointed with that plan, and happily watched him leave and close the examining room door behind him.

And then I sat, and sat, and sat and waited for a while, then I waited some more.   IPhone was pressed into service to provide frequent updates and bulletins to Bee, who was patiently waiting in the lobby.   I enjoyed three or four games of Solitaire.  Checked my hair, make up, and my weight (mistake).  Waited a little longer.  Read the bulletin board, which was full of scary stuff.  Sent two more texts, one of them profane.  Then! Eureka!  I found my little movie maker app.  All my time concerns evaporated as I pretty much annihilated every aspect of that little cubicle and sent them all off for Bee's enjoyment.   This one was one of my favorites - the direct result of having to stare at a sphygmomanometer for 45 minutes.

Finally, I opened the door just a crack and whispered to a passing nurse that I believed it was just possible that I had been forgotten.  She hurriedly rushed off and returned, embarrassedly explaining that, because Dr. A. had shut the door, Dr. Bunny had not dared to interrupt, believing we were deep in conversation.   In very short order I had been examined (my second and third time that day) by a student and Dr. Bunny, and they pronounced all well.  They saved the best part to last:  My next appointment with radiation oncology is - well - never.  "Unless you see me in Starbucks", she said, "I see no reason that we'll have to meet again."

And you know what?  I would have waited 10 x 45 minutes longer just to hear those words.