An Experience Not to Be Missed, The Hospital Waiting Room
Updated on September 28, 2005, 9:11 PM - Written by Tim Buttner
The cushioned seat is molded to a buttocks that is not your own, the walls are painted an ugly, bleak color, and the carpet looks like a cheap kind of fuzz sprayed onto hardened cement. The clock on the wall is behind by thirty minutes and a man is arguing with the desk worker because they have been here an hour and they still have yet to be seen. You try to sit idly and patiently by for your appointment, that you wish will be on time, though they never are. The people across from you hold a private conversation audibly enough for several others to hear them; but they do not care who hears what they say. You twiddle your thumbs and reflectively check the clock and then your watch for the correct time. Times seems as if it stands still in this place. You check the coffee table for any magazines that are older than four issues ago. You would do anything to bide away the time. A nurse emerges from the doorway that leads to a hall which has many doors lining it leading into separate, smaller waiting rooms that double as a room for the doctor's examination. The nurse calls someone else's name. You hopes go down and you go back to figuring out a way to pass the time. You do this until finally the nurse, after calling several other people, comes out and calls you name. You feel a burst of pride and as you leave you dare not look back upon the place of you torment, but the torment still lies ahead.
In the smaller room, the nurse takes your blood pressure, checks your height and weight, and asks you to calmly wait, "The doctor will be in shortly to see you." However, let us travel back to the room from which we just came, to let us study it further. This room may have been your least favorite place to be but it must be examined further. There were people in there that were astounding in their personalities.
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