Since my dear, dear Dr. B retired 3 months ago, I had to see a new doctor. It’s still in the same office but the doctor was new. I was not very pleased. I had to sit and wait 2 hours past my appointment time. I wasn’t the only one and the natives were restless. I look around the waiting room. Things had changed. Now, the office is in a nice part of town and I didn’t expect to see the sign telling everyone that the office was under surveillance. Then I go into the restroom and a sign on the back of the door is telling people to STOP stealing the toilet paper and hand soap. Huh??? Dr. S had taken most of Dr. B’s patients. I watched as the doctor came across the hallway to the waiting room. He looked the part of a kook. He was short, Asian with dark black glasses that looked like goggles and a hat. He walked to the doorway of the waiting room and called his next patient, then he walked backwards across the hall, never turning his back to the patient. That tells me that a patient or two had jumped him. I guess it is because most of the patients were on Medicaid or Medicare. What has become of my safe place? It’s like the office has become part of Detroit. People who work there are afraid in the office. What has this world become?? I spent very little time in the office. Told him what medicines I was on and the dosages and he filled out the scripts for me with a refill for 3 months. Thank God I don’t have to go back for 4 months. The waiting room was full of nuts. This one young woman had a child of about 2 or 2 1/2 years old. The woman was on her phone talking at full blast walking back and forth the whole waiting room, telling who ever that she was sick of the DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA. As she walked to the hallway, her little girl was running in front of her laughing and giggling. Then they got to the hallway, the mother would pick her child up and put her on her shoulders and walked back through the waiting room. Talking at full volume all the way. I looked across at the woman sitting near me and said, “She not taking her medications.” Her son said, “Oh, she is on drugs,” I replied, “I can see that. She is tweeking.”, and he nodding his head.
I had parked in the back of the lot as it was the only space available. I was thankful, as it was full dark when I left the office, that the place was recorded. If something happened at least they would know who the victim was.