Walking up to the receptionist’s desk, Sally said “This is Jordan Reynolds, she’s one of Dr. Yepp’s patients; she’s here for a sleep study…?”
“Oh yes! Jordan – we’ve been expecting you.” The receptionist smiled. “May I see your hand?” The middle-aged woman held out a patient armband awaiting Jordan’s wrist. The pre-teen girl nervously obliged the request. Two snaps and Jordan’s fate for the evening was sealed; hospital patient for the night.
“As you can see, we have quite a gathering of lucky participants tonight – but not to worry, several new rooms have just been completed and we’ll get you going before you know it. Just take a seat – and Mom,” looking at Sally the receptionist pushed forward a clipboard, “would you fill out this paperwork while you’re waiting?”
“Oh. Sure. No problem.”
“Thank-you. Just bring it to me when you’re done and a technician will call you when we’re ready.”
“Ok.” Said Sally.