In the last few months, Cliff's hearing aid seemed to be working less and less; it got to the point where I felt as though he may as well leave it in the drawer.
Either it needed a tuneup, or he was losing his hearing completely.
So I called the ear, nose and throat place and told a lady the problem.
"Why don't you bring it in, and we'll clean it and check it for him," she said.
"OK, make us an appointment. It needs to be in the morning, because Cliff goes to work at 2:30."
"Is 8:30 Thursday all right?"
"Sure, he can get up early enough for that."
"All right then," she answered sweetly. "Now, his appointment is at 8:30, but you need to be here at 8 to fill out papers."
So this morning I got Cliff up at 6:30, about an hour earlier than usual. The granddaughters weren't here, so I accompanied him. We ran a little bit late, so we arrived at 8:10. A lady was just turning on lights and unlocking the door.
We entered and told the receptionist Cliff's name. She took his insurance card and driver's license and gave us a couple of brief forms to fill out and sign. Filling out the papers took us all of five minutes.
Thank goodness we took the Kansas City Star along, and I had a Reader's Digest in my purse. Because we sat. And sat. And sat some more. Cliff was the first patient of the day, but he wasn't called in until 8:50 AM.
Why on earth did they want us there so far ahead of time?
I guess it was worth it, because they replaced filters and tubes in his hearing aid, and he can hear again... when he wants to.
So, forget the rant. I'm thankful Cliff can hear once again.
*adding this note later... the reason for our wait was not because the doctor was late, since Cliff didn't see a doctor. The young woman who unlocked the door to let us in is the one who gave his hearing aid a "tuneup".