Phil's dear wife, Darlene, will be undergoing arthroscopic knee surgery Thursday. You might keep her in prayer, as she is scheduled to go under the knife at 7:30 AM PDT.
Tuesday while getting blood tests in preparation for tomorrow's surgery, a public altercation of PyroManiac proportions broke out right before her very eyes. Phil persuaded her to write a post about it. We welcome her as a guest-blogger.
"Impatient patients," or "Geriatrics Gone Wild"
by Darlene Johnson
See this classic PyroManiac post for a different tale that bears an uncanny resemblance to this one. Stuff like this never happened to me before I met Phil.
My right medial meniscus is torn and the floating pieces of it need to be cleaned out. Surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning at dawn. It's supposed to be a simple surgery, but a similar procedure almost proved fatal to John MacArthur a few years ago. So I'm not thrilled about it.
This morning I had a list of important things to do before the surgery, including some blood tests at a nearby clinic that does nothing but lab tests. Phil always refers to it as "Tourniquets R Us (formerly known as the Blood-Test Barn)."
When I arrived at 11:30 am and signed in at the counter, there was only one other person in the waiting room, an elderly man. Soon however, an older couple came back from the rooms where blood is drawn, and they were not at all happy with the check-in lady.
They started speaking loudly to her and claiming that she had discriminated against them. Having missed their earlier discussion, I was not quite sure what was going on. But the lady shook her finger at the receptionist and scolded her: "You did too discriminate against us!"
The receptionist patiently tried to explain that paperwork for Medicare patients must be entered into the computer for verification before any tests can be done. Evidently, the verification took a little more time than they felt necessary, and they were angry!
After the couple had lectured the receptionist for a while, the elderly man next to me interrupted: "Oh, leave her alone. She's just doing her job!" (I figure he must have been there for whatever discussion took place before the angry couple went back for their tests.)
I detected that no one was looking at me, so I quietly moved several chairs to the left.
The angry couple turned and glared in unison at the old man. "Mind your own business!" the old woman hissed. "She discriminated against us."
At that point, the man in the chair said something so profane I won't even try to describe it. (Let's just say he made a strong recommendation of something they could do besides argue with the receptionist.)
I was shocked at his language, and it didn't stop there. The receptionist was still bravely trying to make them understand what the requirements are for Medicare patients. The elderly woman was pursuing the line of argument that all special requirements for Medicare patients constitute age discrimination. The two old men were having a swearing contest.
Then in comes a man with some tests to turn in. After sizing up the situation, he looks at the receptionist and says "Tough day, huh?"
The couple decided to exit through the side doorso they wouldn't have to walk out past the angry man, even though they were still yelling at him. Nasty words.
He gave them several more helpful suggestions about what they could do. That made them yell back even more.
Finally, they left, and it got quiet. Just when I thought it was all over, all of a sudden the door flung open and the angry man yelled once more at the waiting-room man. The man near me jumped up and acted like he was going to run after them, but just then the clinician appeared at the door and called him back for his tests.
I hope the guy wasn't there for a blood-pressure test. Phil says he's going to get me a cell phone that makes video clips.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger. The tongue of the wise useth knowledge aright: but the mouth of fools poureth out foolishness" (Proverbs 15:1-2).