What bothers you and why?
I hate delays. I’m really bothered by people who always run late. I dislike having to wait despite a set time appointment. In health care, we have something called cycle time. It’s the time from when you check in till when you are discharged. In some medical practices, it can be as short as 40 minutes to as long as three hours. It’s something we monitor and try to decrease. But you never know what will actually make a clinic visit longer.
Through these unknowables, I have come to understand I must be more patient. However, I still tap my feet while in line at a store.
But sometimes empathy has to come into play as well. If the patient, prior to me being seen, is taking a rather long time, there may be something really wrong with them. Got to hope for the best.
Categories: Culture, Health, Psychology, society
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Don’t you hate when you have a doctor’s appointment and he or she sees you 30 minutes (or 45 minutes, or 1 hour) later?
Remind me again, why did I bother booking an appointment?
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Patient is a great virtue.😊
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I meant ‘patience’.
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Yes, indeed it is. Hope all is well
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I’m the same way… but working on it
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It’s a journey:-)
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My friend used to be chronically late till she got married. (Apparently he nipped that in the bud.) So my friends and I would tell her we were meeting 30 minutes earlier than our actual plans, so she’d be on time. She never caught on.
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I have no choice but to wait – the amount of time I’ve already invested to get to the doctor’s office, for example, and the huge cost to me in energy – means I can’t afford to just lump it, go home, and try again some other time.
It means I’m stuck, and all I can do is try to endure.
Doctors and their office staff seem to think patients have nothing else in their lives to do – like rest, horizontal, in a bed in a darkened room, until the screaming in my head created by their casual assumption of normality (except for whatever makes them sick) quiets down. I have no choice. It CAN be worse. There is no way around, but only through.
It gets to you, after years and years of the same.
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