My PCP’s office lies on a hillside overlooking the river valley that runs through the city, and is beautifully landscaped. I spend my time standing and staring out the window. I ain’t touching those magazines.
Any situation that entails waiting around requires you to bring your own entertainment. It’s a funny thing, the degree to the pall of gloom that can hover in medical/dental waiting rooms. There are lots of health care people these days miserable with their professions, fronting demoralized unhappy staff persons. The differences can be rather striking. Insurance companies now pretty much compel medical offices to function with the the cold efficiency and empathy levels common to slaughterhouses Any practice with a comfortable and pleasant waiting room is a good indication that there might be some level of concern for your well being, and it’s a really big factor in my choice of doctors/dentists.
I read a novel or play on my phone. I can read the news, play brain games, listen to music, watch YouTube videos or do crosswords and so many other things on my phone. If I know the wait will be long, I take my netbook and do some work.
What I actually do is nothing. I shut my eyes, concentrate on my breathing, try to tune out everything except the concept of lowering my blood pressure. it is surprisingly successful.