Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Of course not. That silence you hear is the sound of me.
Waiting, like I’ve got nothing better to do. Sitting here alone in my doctor’s office, waiting for her to enter the room and give me a checkup. It’s not as if I don’t have anything better to do. After all, I’ve got people to see, fish to fry. But sadly, this is the story of my life–and probably yours, too. Playing the waiting game.
Sure, the nurse came in as expected. She asked me a bunch of questions, and checked my vitals. Even checked my oxygen level–and yes, turns out I’m alive. Then, just like that she vanished, with her last words to me being:
“The doctor will be in soon.”
Six little words. I should’ve said,
It’s not as if “soon” is relative or has tons of wiggle room. To me, when the nurse says the doctor will be in soon, I’m thinking five or ten minutes. Maybe even 15. But it’s not five weeks or six months from now.
Soon is soon!
So back to me, waiting. With nothing to do, I carefully examine all the flyers on the office wall: “You can’t get the flu from getting the shot,” “Get screened for chlamydia” and an amusing illustration about what’s inside a toddler’s brain. I read every single flyer on the board and am most intrigued by the toddler’s cranium which, according to the picture includes a cartoon-addiction lobe and a “hyper-thalamu,” which triggers “startling adrenaline burst before bedtime.” Hmm…
Still waiting. Sitting in my hospital gown, I look out the window. The curtains are wide open and even though I’m on the second floor, the window faces the roof of a multi-level parking garage. Ahem, anyone getting out of their car could look up and easily see me in my altogether’s.
To avoid any embarrassment, I jump off the examining table, and close the blinds. Then, I resume waiting.
I’ve lived long enough that by now I should be used to waiting. It’s as normal as breathing, eating and farting. Heck, we are taught the art of waiting from the get-go.
We start life waiting to come out of our mother’s womb. Nine months? That’s a long time to wait! Life’s too short to spend nine months puttering around, waiting, without even a good book to help whittle away the time!
Waiting. That’s the name of the game and we all got to play it. Have you ever had to wait for anything?
That’s a rhetorical question, of course. I know you’ve had to wait and if you haven’t, you’re not human.
How many times have I had to wait? Let me count the ways…
The line at the cable TV office when I go to dispute my bill. I once saw a man pass out while waiting, I kid you not, and he did so right when it was my turn. It caused quite a commotion and added another 30 minutes to everyone’s wait time.
When a repairman comes to the house to fix or install anything. Notice how they can’t even commit to being there in a given hour. Last time one came over he gave me an eight-hour window with no promises that he’d show up at all.
Waiting in line at the grocery store. Even the 15 items or less line has a wait.
Waiting to win the lottery. I’m still waiting on that one, though I understand you can’t win if you don’t play.
Metaphorically waiting for my ship to come in.
Waiting for a vacation and much needed R&R. I’m also waiting to be able to afford said vacation.
Waiting in line at the airport. Pick any line. Whether you’re in the line to check your bag, go through security or buy a cup of coffee, count on waiting. And ever notice how, no matter how long the line, you’re always at the end of it?
I estimate I’ve spent one third of my life sleeping, and the other two thirds waiting.
Wait! I hear a tap at the door. It’s the doctor, and it’s only 40 minutes later. Whew. That wasn’t so bad, now was it? I guess 40 minutes is a cake walk compared to other times I’ve waited. If you ask me, time flies when you’re doing nothing but waiting.
So, what do you do to pass the time while waiting?