|Taken with my cell phone while waiting|
Last week I went to see my eye doctor. He's an okay guy, but he does seem to do a lot of unneeded exams, and cause me to do a lot of waiting around. Doctors have a formula for seeing patients that allows them to see the most possible in a day. They all have a series of examination rooms where they store the patients. Then while you are sitting there waiting patiently, the doctor runs from room to room, in a whirlwind of activity. So there I was last week, sitting in a room full of equipment, waiting. I could hear the doctor through the not quite soundproof walls.
"Everything okay Mrs. Goldbloom? Blah, blah, blah,..... put two drops per day in each eye. See you again in six months."
Meanwhile, I am sitting in a room alone with a bunch of high tech examination equipment, and drawers and cabinets full of doctor things. I could barely contain myself. After projecting eyecharts on the ceiling, and screwing with the magnifying thingamabob, I started playing with the electronic exam chair. Forward, back, up, down, it was like a cheap carnival ride.
No, the doctor didn't catch me messing with his things. But I wonder. How reliable could all his tests and exams really be, after I screwed with all that stuff.