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The Appointment

The Appointment

By Carly

 

Only ten more minutes and I can just go home. Thank goodness. That movie wasn’t even good. Why did I even bother to stay awake to watch it? So much to do still. What should I make for dinner? I should text Charlie and ask him? He doesn’t seem to …

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Yes, hi. Did you need to make another appointment?” I can feel my stomach growling. She’s not even looking at me. Hello? “Did you need another appointment?”

 

“I”ll pay first.”

 

Yes, obviously I know you need to pay. I’m just trying to help you. “Yup, we can do that.” Smile smile smile. “It will be $60 for today.” Okay, take a break from your phone hand me your card already…

 

“It was only $55 last time. Why is that?”

 

“Oh, sorry about that. It was showing wrong in my system.” Nine minutes to go. I haven’t seen this card before. It looks fancy. I wonder if she has a lot of money. She sure acts like she does. Doesn’t matter. “So when would you like to book for next?”

 

“I’ll need to come Thursday.”

 

“Okay, I have a couple openings, one at 7:30 am or another at 2:00 pm.” I don’t think she has made eye contact with me once. Connected to her phone and yet disconnected from real life.

 

“No, thats not going to work for me. You don’t have something around 10:00?”

 

Urg, patience. “No, sorry the only morning time slot is 7:30.” Like I already said.

 

“7:30 hmm, thats way too early for me. What was the other time again?”

 

“Two o’clock.” What do I have to snack on at home?

 

“Well, 10:00 would really be best. What do you have Friday?”

 

Click click click, sweet. “Yes, I have a 10:00 am on Friday if that works better for you.” Horay, click, champion of th…

 

“Ya, no. 10:00 doesn’t work for me on Friday. Do you have anything around 4:00?”

 

Ahhhhhhh. “Sorry, your therapist is only here till 3:00.”

 

“3:00 is fine.”

 

“No, she is only here till 3:00, her last appointment is at 2:30 and its already spoken for.” God, this women. Why is she so difficult? Maybe it would be helpful to look up from your phone. Oh, and now its ringing. Why doesn’t anyone call me? Smile.

 

“Hi, I can’t talk. I am just at an appointment. I’ll see you when you get home. Bye. Geez, kids right?!”

 

“Haha, yup.” Does she really think I look old enough to have kids old enough to be calling and bothering me on the phone? Old enough for a two year old. Maybe.

 

“Sorry, so you said you have 3:00 on Friday?”

 

Wow, really?! “No the only times I have Friday are 10:00 and 1:30.” Maybe old enough for a 5 year old if I had gotten pregnant after high school. But thats still a stretch. I wonder if I’ll  ever have kids. I’d be a better mother than her.

 

“Okay, well, this is ridiculous. I am trying to work YOU guys into MY schedule and it just isn’t working. I’ll have to call you when I know my schedule.”

 

Bitch! Well, at least she’s gone and I can go home.

 

 

Why is it always so hard to get up after these appointments. Pain is radiating everywhere in my body. Am I over reacting? Maybe I have that pain disease that Montel has. How do I get out of here. All I see is red flashing when I feel like this. Red red red. Oh buzz… there goes my phone. I should book first but I don’t want to miss a call from the hospital. 

 

“Excuse me?” This girl is just staring at the clock like a zombie. Oh shoot I missed a call. When did it ring? It was probably the hosp…

 

“Yes, hi. Did you need to make another appointment?” 

 

…ital. Red. Mom. My mom. I love her. It hurts. 

 

 

 “Did you need another appointment?”

 

Oh, I need to remember what I am doing. “I”ll pay first.” I have to go. What is going on with my call display. Its all wacky.

 

“Yup, we can do that. It will be $60 for today.”

 

Focus. Credit card. Wait that price is wrong. “It was only $55 last time. Why is that?” How much money have I spent here and I still hurt everywhere. Red.

 

“Oh, sorry about that. It was showing wrong in my system.”

 

How many times have I been here and she still can’t remember how much I pay. I wonder if she knows my name. I wonder when the last time a man said my name in passion was? 

 

“So when would you like to book for next?”

 

Mom’s thing is on Wednesday and the kids have that other singing thing in the afternoon on Thursday. “I’ll need to come Thursday.” 

 

“Okay, I have a couple openings, one at 7:30 am or another at 2:00 pm.” 

 

“No, thats not going to work for me. You don’t have something around 10:00?” Ahhh this phone. Calender. Okay Thursday. 

 

“No, sorry the only morning time slot is 7:30.”

 

Yikes. “7:30 hmm, thats way too early for me. What was the other time again?” My brain is not working. Red. Hospital. Mom.

 

“Two o’clock.” 

 

Forget Thursday. What’s Friday? “Well, 10:00 would really be best. What do you have Friday?”

 

“Yes, I have a 10:00 am on Friday if that works better for you.” 

 

“Ya, no. 10:00 doesn’t work for me on Friday. Do you have anything around 4:00?” Why is this girl so abrupt? I can’t think fast enough for her. Friday morning I have to go yoga. The kids…

 

“Sorry, your therapist is only here till 3:00.”

 

Oh “3:00 is fine.”

 

“No, she is only here till 3:00, her last appointment is at 2:30 and its already spoken for.” 

 

 

Red red. Oh phone finally. Mom. “Hi, I can’t talk.” Whats he gotten himself into now? He never calls. Red. Breathe. “I am just at an appointment. I’ll see you when you get home.” I love him, “Bye.” Her smile seems so forced. Maybe she has kids. Young ones. “Geez, kids right?!” I miss having a baby.

 

“Haha, yup.” 

 

I guess she does. What did she say? “Sorry, so you said you have 3:00 on Friday?” 

 

“No the only times I have Friday are 10:00 and 1:30.” 

 

Phone. Red. 1:30 what am I doing? Ahhh I can’t think right now. Mom. I have to check on mom. “Okay, well, this is ridiculous.” I am being ridiculous. Red red red. “I am trying to work you guys into my schedule and it just isn’t working. I’ll have to call you when I know my schedule.” I need to lay down. Wow, look of death from reception zombie. Glad I am not her kid. 

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Your Time, My Time, Our Time

 


In a physiotherapy clinic a watchful eye is kept on the clock at all times. Making sure someone gets here in time for an appointment. Making sure the physio’s are running on time with their schedule. Keeping everying running smoothly good timing is of the essence.

 

The thing I have noticed about the in’s and out’s of a clinic is that everyone seems to think their time is the most important. Physio’s get upset if someone is late or doesn’t show up for an appointment because its a waste of their time. Patients don’t like it when their physio is running behind because there appointment was scheduled for a specific time for a specific reason.

After a long day of no-shows one of the physio’s I work with asked me … “Carly, why do people do this? Not show up, and then not even call to apologize?”

“Well, sometimes I think people just plain forget and other times its because some people believe that their time is more valuable than others and don’t consider the other persons time at all.”

“Ya, you’re right, ” he replies.

“Mmmhmm. Like a half an hour to me is the same as a half an hour to you. Our time is the same. Worth the same,” I add. My co-worker looks at me questionably and says “Well, my time is a little more important than yours is.”

As he walks away I am half satisfied he just proved my point and half insulted that he wasn’t the least bit joking when he said that.

 

It got me thinking… do I think my time is more valuable than perhaps someone with a lower income or created social status? It was clear my co-worker thought himself higher than me on the ladder and therefore had more valuable time. I imagined one of the many homeless that I pass by on my way from place to place. Do I think my time is more important than theirs? I have a job, I have appointments, and events to attend. But that certainly doesn’t change the length of our minutes and days. That doesn’t change the fact that we all beings having human experiences within the illusion of time.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

C. S. Lewis

 

Practice:

It is obvious this discussion is less about time and more about how we interact and compare ourselves to others. Here are a few things I am going  to work towards

Step one: Remove the assumed social status and entitlement that I carry.

Set an intention: Seeing myself as a being of the world. Bringing compassion into my heart in order to share it more with others.

“Like a sculptor, if necessary,

carve a friend out of stone.

Realize that your inner sight is blind

and try to see a treasure in everyone.” ― Rumi

 

As always I would love to hear someone else’s experiences on the topic. Lets explore and learn as one.

 

Namaste xoxo

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