But when I called to reconfirm the appointment (they had already called my friend to come an hour early to have her pace maker checked) I was told that we would then have to wait an hour to see the doctor. I must admit I lost it with the receptionist.
“You are kidding me! This is a 93 year old woman… blah, blah, blah.” I settle down, apologized for my rant,but went on expressing my exasperation, conscious that I wanted to make a point about how important it is not to put a very elderly person through what might be too much for her.
Well, there it is, righteous indignation, which the way it is with rants and ranters. With prayer, however, I’m calming down. All very humbling.
P.S. The good news is that none of this had to do with the added time I have to take. I could have been out of sorts about it, but, thanks be to God, I wasn’t. For that I am very grateful.