by Ryszard Krasowski

Created on: October 13, 2008

A PAINFUL VISIT

"Have you been here before?" asked the receptionist when I showed up at the doctor's office.

"No."

"Please be seated," she pointed to a chair, "fill out the form and bring it back to me. The doctor will be with you in a moment."

After twenty minutes of admiring the waiting room walls I got a little nervous.

"Please, come with me," a nurse interrupted my contemplation and she led me along the corridor to a small room at the end of it. "Take a seat. The doctor will be with you in a minute," she closed the door.

At first I didn't pay any attention to the room I was in but "the doctor will be with you in a minute" appeared to be longer than sixty seconds so I looked around. The walls were painted white and there were two pictures on one of them. On the other wall there was a window overlooking the yard covered with some kind of green bush. In the corner between the ceiling and the wall I noticed a thin spider's web...

"Are you all right?" the nurse peeked through the door.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"The doctor is with another patient right now," she smiled with an excuse.

"I understand."

"But he'll be right with you," she disappeared behind the door.

It was very nice of the nurse that she tried to shorten my time of waiting for the doctor. But what I didn't understand was why I had to wait so long. The appointment was scheduled at a certain day and a certain hour a week ago. And I was ready. So why did the doctor want me to inspect his room? He was supposed to be the one who does this kind of work.

"Good morning," a white coat interrupted my thoughts. "How are you?"

"Good morning. I'm fine. Thank you." I lied to him. I lied because I was at the doctor's office so it meant that I wasn't fine.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked looking at the clipboard where it was stated in black and white what was wrong with me.

"I seem to have a problem with my left foot," I helped him to read.

"Let's see...," he took my left foot in his hands, "Well...," he scratched his forehead, "we have to take some X-rays," he decided. "The nurse will do it and I'll see you in a moment," he left the room.

The floor was covered with a blue carpet. I didn't like that color at all. It was too bright. But after all it wasn't my room. Whoever cleaned the window didn't do a good job. And the frame of it should be repainted. The pictures on the wall were very nice - a landscape of mountains and trees...

"Please, come with me," the nurse showed up at the door.

Four X-rays had to be taken - two of the front of

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