I got to the office at 8:00 AM. My appointment was for 8:30 so I figured I would read some magazines in the waiting room for a while before I met with my new endocrinologist.  

After walking down a very long, narrow, and deserted hallway I found the room number. I took a deep breath and grabbed the door knob. It was locked. 

Down the hallway and down the elevator I went and found a bench to park on for a while. As time ticked away I started thinking about what my doctor should look like or act like. I took out my Blackberry to check my email and to post some Tweets. 

8:20 rolled around and I headed back upstairs to the long, narrow, deserted hallway that I am sure I have seen in a movie. The door was still locked. I leaned up against the wall and waited. 

DING. The elevator doors opened and out popped a nurse. As soon as she made it down the LND hall she asked, “Are you here to see Dr. Reece?” 

"I sure am!”

She opened up the door and let me in. I sat down in the waiting room and saw tons of magazines I recognized. Diabetes Forecasts and Diabetes Self Managements from years past were in baskets all over the room. I know that should be the typical reading in an endocrinologist’s waiting room but the ones I have been to in the past have not. Sure I may have seen one or two DF but never have I seen a Diabetes Self Management at a doctor’s office. Very cool. 

The nurse took my paperwork and was very nice. She told me to take a seat and there I sat all alone in the waiting room until about a quarter to 9 when I was called in. 

“Come on in Hon. Let me have you step on the scale here in just a…”

Before she could get out the next word I step up on to an electronic scale that starts beeping at me. 

“Oh just a second. It takes a second or two.”  

“I should know better then to rush on to a scale!” I said.

Both the nurse that had called me in and the one behind the counter started cracking up.

“Amen to that,” the nurse said.

I like these people already.