The OPD waiting room is basically a live-action theatre. The script? Written by viral health hacks. The lead actor? A patient convinced their mild headache is actually a rare intergalactic allergy.
Somewhere between consultation number 8 and 18, my brain automatically enters Test Mode. I'm nodding professionally while listening to a detailed explanation about the healing powers of vibrational cilantro, but internally I'm just checking my Notification Settings for any real emergency. I try to hit Continue on the consultation, but my patience is stuck in a permanent loading screen. Honestly, I wish there was an Edit Profile option where I could upgrade my tolerance level for "Doctor, I Googled my symptoms…" And then comes the real OPD challenge: A toddler using your stethoscope as a lasso Your swivel chair being stress-tested like a Formula 1 car Someone knocking every 30 seconds asking,…
