I am a horrible waiter.  A horrible person who is waiting for something to happen.

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I want things to happen NOW.  If you tell me that you are going to call me in a few minutes, then I will be expecting your call in 5-7 minutes.  That, in my mind, is a few.  If you tell me you will call me within the hour…then  I will be expecting your call before the big hand gets back to 12.

I do not wait well.  And I get grumpy if I have to wait an inordinate amount of time.  And it is MY definition of inordinate, not yours that will be used here.  Just want to get that out of the way before we get much further.

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I am waiting for a call back from the Urgent Care I went to before I came down to North Carolina for Christmas.  The one where I was diagnosed with Pneumonia.  I finished off my antibiotics Christmas Eve, and still am having trouble climbing stairs.

Not good when you are staying in a condo on the 2nd floor, and you have a fur-bearing beast that needs to go for a walk at least 4 times, if not 6 times a day so that she can take care of her bodily waste situations.  They prescribed an inhaler for me, which I have been using the hell out of….but I would have figured that I would be better than I am right now.

Hence the call….Hence the nurse telling me that he would get back to me in “a couple of minutes,” which now has turned into an hour and a half….and finally, hence my ire.

I am good if you are busy, and need to do things before you get to me.  Tell me.  That is all I ask.  Don’t blow smoke up my ass and tell me that you will get right back to me when in reality you won’t, or can’t.

Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!