OUT TO LUNCH -- by Steve Nadis
I had a doctor's appointment this afternoon. They got me in the room, took my blood pressure and temperature (98.1), and told me the doctor would be in shortly, which is what they always say. Forty-five minutes later he still hadn't shown up so I decided to leave. Evidently the guy forgot about me and went out to lunch. As I left I saw a guy with a name tag bicycling up, looking nice and relaxed, and I was sure it was the doctor coming back from lunch. I was pretty irritated but knew it could be worse: A couple of years ago a doctor left the hospital to go to a cash machine in Harvard Square and attend to other errands. I forgot to mention: He did this in the middle of surgery. Compared to that, I guess I didn't fare so badly.

