The doctor informed me that there was a huge supply of blood glucose meters coming into the clinic this morning.  I wasn’t expected to help bring them in off the truck or anything, but I was to count the number of boxes, write down the serial number on each one, and fill out a report and fax it over to Supplies.  I waited all morning, but no deliveries came except for one of the pharmaceutical companies with a fresh supply of Prozac samples.  Is everybody happy.  I said to myself, maybe they have a lot of stops to make and they’ll probably be here early this afternoon.  But they never showed up, and it was getting on toward four.  I caught the chief physician hurrying down the hall while I was on my last 10-minute break and ran to try and catch up with him.  “Dr. DeSpain,”  I called out.  He was way too quick for me and disappeared inside the admitting office.  “Dr. DeSpain!”  He peered his head around the corner.  “Yes, Marilyn.”  I told him the meters hadn’t yet arrived.  He had no idea what I was talking about.  The next morning Dr. Frishman popped into the nurses’ station briefly and told me he was sorry.  The meters weren’t coming yesterday.  They were coming NEXT Tuesday!