Tuberculosis?

I had to go through a bit of a run-around today. Australian immigration requires applicants to get a chest x-ray if they intend to stay in the country for more than a year, or be around children or hospitals. You have to make an appointment with one of the small number of approved doctor's offices in the state, then get there, deal with the paperwork, and deal with the exam. Well, in my case, they wanted two passport photos (the form only requires one). Fill out a form. Sit in the waiting room. It's past my appointment time. Eventually, I'm called into a doctor's office. More waiting. The doctor tells me she would have sent me around if she had known it was just a chest x-ray for a visa. Hands me a form, gives me an address and directions, sends me on my way. It's fifteen minutes across town, though not too hard to find. Only two false starts. Not bad for never having been there before. No parking. Sigh, cough up some change for the meter. Go to the front desk. "That'll be $225." Prepare to pay. "No, wait, you're all right. We bill that office." Fill out the form, hand it in. Wait. Get called. Wait. Sign some paperwork, the radiologist does some paperwork. Stand in front of a target. Get the x-ray. Wait for it to be processed. Told to get dressed and wait in the front. Wait. Get called, get the sealed envelopes. Twenty minutes back to the original doctor's office. Hand in the forms. Check they have everything they need. Told to call back the office in a week for the tracking number.

Elapsed time from entry to exit: two hours. A minor delay, as these things go.