Waiting Almost 2 Hours at the Dentist
This morning, I had a dentist appointment at 10:30.
My dentist is very skilled and very nice and works for a public health fund, which means getting an appointment to see her takes three months, and once your appointment arrives you need to wait as well.
But this morning, things went overboard.
Time after time people who had requested emergency “first aid” appointments were let in ahead of me. And then, around 11:30, when I finally could have gone in, I was nursing Yonatan, so had to let somebody else go ahead of me.
The last time I also had to wait over an hour, and I got angry at the dentist, and things had ended badly. But this time, I decided, would be different. This time, I was going to work on myself…
So I was patient at 11.
I was patient at 11:30.
I was patient at 11:45.
But by 12, steam was coming out of my ears.
By 12:15 I finally got into the dentist’s office. She was apologetic, but my ears were still ablaze.
And then I looked down at my3-month-old Yonatan, whom I was holding in my arms, and realized that he had also been waiting for close to two hours at my side. And he was enjoying himself greatly. Looking around, enjoying my closeness.
And I thought of a story I once heard about a man who was travelling on a train and was running late for an important meeting. So he spent the entire trip standing with his arms pressed against the front wall of the train. When the conductor came through to collect tickets, he asked the man why he was standing in this strange position. And the man explained, “I’m in a rush. I am making the train go faster.”
And that man, I realized, was me.
So this morning I decided two things.
1. I’m switching dentists.
2. The next time I am forced to wait, I will really try to be like my wise baby instead of that man with the tired arms on the train, IY”H.