Pre-Op
I guess I’ve never paid attention in the past, but I have discovered that hospitals are incredibly inefficient places. Everytime I go I must first go to registration on the first floor and fill out a bunch of forms. I am then directed to the 12th floor where I must have my blood pressure and pulse taken, but not before I have to fill out the exact same forms that I just filled out in registration. I then go to the third floor where somebody with a mallet whacks my knees and laughs at how my legs jump and then gives me the same forms to fill out before I can leave. After that I am sent down to the basement where some young punk with a black eye takes my temperature and asks me to fill out some forms while I wait. I ask him if it’s possible to just make copies of the forms that the other three flours have and he scolds me and says that he’ll have to take my temperature again. We are further delayed when I have to fill out a form describing why the punk had to take my temperature again. No wonder he’s got a black eye. Back up to the sixth floor where I pee in a cup and then down the hall to take my pee-cup to the pee-cup processing plant. All of this is, of course, after showing up on time for my appointment and then having to wait three hours before the process begins.