Update: the doctor finally came in to see me at 6:47. That’s more than 45 minutes sitting in a paper robe without even the benefit of the magazines in the waiting area. And the worst part? When your doctor makes you wait an hour and a half because their time is so much more valuable than yours, they lose the opportunity to do any real doctoring. No, I’m not going to chat about how I’m sleeping or whatever else is going on with me once I’m livid. At that point I just want to get out of there as soon as possible so I only meet my friends 45 minutes late for dinner rather than an hour. All that headache just to refill a prescription that should be available OTC. Needless to say, I will NEVER go back.