Not to mention the people who show up unexpectedly bleeding to death.

At a gynecology office? That can't be good.

And practically nonexistent for a dermatologist.

And practically nonexistent for a dermatologist.

I know a dermatologist who would get all the local prisoners, no matter what their non-urgent affliction, plus things like "I can't get this tampon out, and I don't want anyone other than you near my goolie."

So for her, maybe.

Because your time is not as important as your doctor's.

It's more a case of "because your appointment is in the middle of a bunch of appointments, most of which will wind up taking about 5 minutes longer than the time allowed," as I haven't had the problem with first thing in the morning appointments.

My doc was getting paged every few minutes this morning. I suspect it was a busy baby day.

Why is it that my scheduled 20 minute OB checkups ALWAYS seem to take about an hour, of which, at least 35 minutes is spent waiting around reading whatever freaking reading material is on hand, usually ancient issues of Vogue and Elle that I read the last time I was there?

Happens at my OB's office too, every other visit or so is a long wait. Last time it was because he was in surgery. That's the thing about OBs, they have a lot of sudden calls to the L&D room. It annoyed me, but I kept reminding myself that one day I'd be the call.

Squeee! Pink! Furry! Capelet!

Have I mentioned lately how pleased I am with this current trend for pink faux fur scarves, wraps, and accessories? Because I am. I think they look fabulous with severe black gothy Victorian clothes, and they confuse the hell out of my cow-orkers.

Happens at my OB's office too, every other visit or so is a long wait. Last time it was because he was in surgery. That's the thing about OBs, they have a lot of sudden calls to the L&D room. It annoyed me, but I kept reminding myself that one day I'd be the call.

Next time, I'm totally bringing a book. It's not an obnoxious sort of wait, like those at a general practice (the ones where they say be here at X hour and don't be late, and then you wind up sitting in the waiting room for an hour with a bunch of other disgruntled peeps before a random doctor who doesn't really care what's up puts you in a room to wait for another thirty minutes), because everyone's really sorry about making you wait, but I'm getting sick of the magazines.

It's adorable. We had some tiny ones at the store the other day in all sorts of colors. One of the boutique women must have brought them in.

That's a stole, dammit.

Here it is in purple:

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That's a stole, dammit.

Huh? No, the one I'm squeeing over is a capelet. Covers the shoulders, has a collar-thingie that buttons. I have a stole in pink already, and it's just like the purple one you linked to.