Our hour of arrival was 6:15am, an almost ungodly hour, but good inasmuch as she wouldn’t have to go without eating late in the day. We checked in, signed forms and waited – I think the waiting is built in just to make the patient nervous. She was finally called back for prep and they would call me when she was ready. More waiting. Got to see her all of two minutes before they whisked her away into the ‘bowels’ of the building and I was directed back to the aptly named waiting room.
Two TVs occupied wall space in the room and they were on different channels. This should have been a good thing but neither caught or held my attention. Neither did my mind care to get involved in the old magazines that were available, so I set about answering the snail mail from a friend of mine.
Under stress my attention span shortens considerably – it’s not very long at best – and I only had about a half page of the letter written when I lost interest in the endeavor. The stress was partly self-induced and that was because my lady was ‘behind closed doors’ and I wasn’t. Then I started the shortened version of people watching – people glancing.
There was a fairly large fish tank situated on one side of the room, placed there to calm the waiters, I assume – no one seemed to be interested. Later there was a man seated by the tank and was very calmly reading the morning paper – so maybe the tank did work after all.
Just across from me were two older couples that began a very animated conversation the moment the second pair was seated. As far as I could tell they had never met until that waiting room moment – this is just a thing that happens in the south – maybe other places as well, but particularly down here. They continued their spirited stories even after one wife went ‘behind closed doors’.
The lady behind ‘the desk’ seemed to be fairly efficient but this evidently didn’t extend to the TVs in the waiting room. She made an effort at changing the channel on one of them, even to the point of standing up in one of the chairs to reach the appliance, but all to no avail. As best as I can recall, she called the TV something to the effect of ‘ornery’ – it didn’t seem that way to me but evidently she had some previous bad experiences with it.
To my relief, they finally came for me to go back to the ‘wake up’ room to see the Spice. She was still very sleepy, but at least I was with her. The doctor came by a little later and gave us a good report – praise God for good reports. We were back home by about 10:30am - praise God for a home. ec