Ouch.

I went for my three hour glucose tolerance test today. They had to draw my blood four different times over the three hours. Needles to say, it was the very best part of my day.

Today made me realize that I would much rather work with teenagers than old people. During my first hour or so at the medical office where I had to go for the test I was secretly envying the people who worked there. It was so quiet, peaceful, and lovely. I started to think, "Now that...that...that is a real job. The workers are doing their work, but they don't even look like they want to cry."

About an hour later, I had to change my tune. The old people started to come in. I had to give the workers credit. They barely flinched even though I was going crazy in my own head from just being a bystander to it all. Here are some things that I just wouldn't be able to tolerate if I worked in a medical office and the old people came in like that:

1. Hearing everyone's life history and long lists of medical problems in great detail.
2. Having a lady explain to me why her insurance has changed in such great detail that it takes at least seven minutes.
3. Watching the old people refuse to sit down in the comfy waiting room chairs....They want to be next darn it!
4. Having the old people pretend that they are really at a restaurant instead of a medical testing facility. I'll explain.... See, the old people kept bugging the office help because they wanted to know exactly who would be next. Then, if they didn't like the answer, they would argue. "I am very sure that I was here before that man." One woman even came over to me wayyyy on the other side of the room from where she was standing to see what kind of paperwork I was filling out. Apparently she was trying to see which test I was in for so that she could be sure I wouldn't be cutting in front of her. She wasn't subtle about it either. She came and leaned way over my shoulder. Much to her great disappointment, however, I was only doing a crossword puzzle since I had already been there for two hours and was just waiting for the time when I could have my next blood draw. Let's just get something straight here. As far as I know, medical offices have never ever worked in the same manner as Bill Knapp's (nor should they). You aren't necessarily served in any discernible order. I can see getting upset if you've been waiting for a long time, but the old people started all that up as soon as they got there.

So, it made the old people pretty mad when I was called in at 10:15 and they were all gathered around the lab doorway thinking that they were next. You would think they might step aside for a big ol' pregnant lady, but they didn't. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if the one lady had the power to do so, she would have lit me on fire and sent me to hell using only her soul-piercing gaze. What they all didn't realize is that I was probably the only one out of all of the people there who HAD to get my blood drawn at a certain time. Boy, were they ever mad. I could still hear them arguing with the poor phelbotomist when I left.