Could just as easily have been my waitingroom in Australia. The nature of Primary Care is not restricted by geography or artificial borders.
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked.
“Nah. I’m just going to sit here until the weather passes,” the man said gruffly. He sat down in the corner out of her line of sight.
She shrugged and slid closed the clear glass window to the waiting room. He didn’t lookthreatening. Rain was pouring down outside. What did it matter if he sat for a few minutes?
He began talking into his phone loudly, clearly agitated about something. Patients looked at each other quizzically, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. They stole furtive glances at him, watching him mutter into the phone pressed against his face. It was impossible to hear exactly what he was saying between the growls.
When is the nurse going to call me back? Please let it be soon.
As he was talking the phone rang loudly. Clearly, he hadn’t been talking to anyone at all….
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