We spend a fair bit of time at medical appointments, most of it in the waiting rooms of specialists. I have a theory, by the way, that one day research will prove most medical improvement can be attributed not to the doctor's knowledge, skill, or treatment prescribed, but simply as a result of spending time in the waiting room. But, that is not the subject of this dream.
This morning I woke from a dream where we had waited (so far) 2 hours past the appointment time. And what did my brilliant husband do? He ordered in a pizza to the doctor's waiting room.
I like the idea so much I sort of hope for a long wait at the next appointment so we can try it. Extra olives, please.
