Oh my God!   I started a riot at the doctor's office!  I went to see the 2 brother doctors; one for my driving license pre-check-up and the other for my check-up.  The first, Dr. Angelo Sedran, just filled out a form saying I didn't have any disabilities or illnesses that could prevent my driving.  That one costs 60 euro.  Then Dr. Luigi Sedran, (the oral surgeon), checked my eyesight and filled out another form with a photo, (yes that one), and tax stamp (14.62 euros).  That one cost 25 euro.  These visits are not covered by the national healthcare system because they're not considered mandatory cause one doesn't have to drive.

Anywho, back to the riot.  So when you go to a Dr.'s office you don't generally have an appointment but you take a number, (if available), and sit down and wait.  If there is no number to take you ask who the last person to come in was and you take your place after them.  Tonight when I arrived at 7:30ish there were about 10 people already waiting.  I took a number, (26), and also asked who the last one to come in was.  It was a short, fat grandmotherly type woman.  Well the office has 2 doors, one serving each Sedran brother.  As new people came in, the conversation went to which brother they were all there to see.  One gentleman said that he was there to see the general practitioner, while all the others said they had to see the oral surgeon in order to renew their licenses.  I said I had to see both of them.  From that point on I didn't really follow the talk as I was trying to study for this damned test.  After a few people had gone in and out, Dr. #1 came into the waiting room and called "next" and the gentleman in front of me said, (I was sure), "this lady is before me", and so I went into the office.  A few minutes later, upon coming out, there was a huge wave of voices yelling at me and the short fat old lady surged at me like a rabid little dog loudly voicing how rude I was and what did I think I was doing!  I had no idea what they were talking about!  It seems I had misunderstood who needed to see whom and had passed in front of some of them!  I was all flustered and had to go into the other office to pay for first visit as that's where the secretary is and the little old lady was trailing me and practically biting at my heels.  I just kept saying, "He told me to go!  He told me to go!" meaning both the guy from the waiting room and Dr.#1 who had sent me directly into office #2.  Well I closed the door of the second office behind me with relief knowing that there is another exit through there to the stairs and assuming I would not have to go back out into that rabid pack.  But I assumed wrong because after paying my bill the secretary told me I had to go back into the waiting room until Dr.#2 called me in for my visit with him.  I didn't dare look anyone in the eye when I went out.  I sat down on the closest chair and immediately took out my book to study.  I was already determined that I wasn't getting up again until the last person in there had seen both the doctors.  Then Gian Piero walked in.  He'd been out of town on business and thought he'd stop by and wait with me knowing it could be a while.  So I told him what happened, (in English), and suggested he go home to Grace as I wasn't budging for quite some time.  He loves a good fracas so he decided he had to stay and watch this play out.  He is also an instigator.  I was getting nervous.  Dr.#2 finally showed up and called his first patient and then it started again.  Who goes next, I was here first, pointing at me, that lady went out of turn, it should be my turn.  Then what do they do?  Decide it was my turn as I had already visited the first guy!  I said "no".  They said "yes, it's your turn".  I said "ARE YOU SURE?"  They said "yes".  I said "OK, I'm going."  The doctor meanwhile, was standing there watching all this when one of the men decided it was all his fault.  He wanted to know why the office had patients take numbers if they didn't utilize them and the screen showing the numbers over the door was broken.  He asked this very loudly with a finger pointing in the doctor's face.  I ran into that office.  I told the doctor Italians are nuts and he still gave me my health certificate so I think he agrees with me.  Gian Piero loved it.  He sat out in the waiting room with a big smile on his face.  When we were leaving he wished everyone a peaceful evening.

Now I have to go to the department of motor vehicles and sign up for the written test.  I better pass this damned thing cause I cannot go through all of this again!  xxoo me