Waiting

Everybody handles the stress of waiting differently. Some people read, some pace, some eat, some pray, others pace back and forth from their chair to the information desk asking for updates every 2.375 minutes. I am a fidgeter. I do not sit still. I will try 17 different identical chairs all the while complaining about each and every one of them. They are identical and I should be able to figure out that they suck after the first 2 or 3 but not me I keep searching holding out for the slim possibility that mass produced Chinese manufactured chairs might somehow be hiding a unicorn. This time to add to other people's level of irritation, compliments of me, I carried a ukelele. At a party it's a great prop, at a surgical waiting room I am not so sure. I don't actually play songs yet but I can string together chords and do some interesting roll patterns. My philosophy is every person has to manage their own stress in a way that best suits them and if that happens to be running around naked in heals with a feather duster stuck in your butt squawking like chicken and as long as it doesn't physically hurt anyone so be it. Now irritating people to the point of an impromptu UFC match breaking out is always a possibility and from what I understand a really great stress reliever. One other point is that if your stress relief behavior actually turns into a battle royal what, better place for this to happen. The whole place is full of degreed corner men.

At some point the expected waiting time is exceeded. The Doc said 3 hours, not 3 hours and 15 minutes. 15 extra minutes doesn't sound like much but waiting for news from an operating room is miserable. Minutes feel like hours. It's like the movie scene where the kid is waiting for the class bell to ring and he's staring at the clock and the minute hand moves in the wrong direction.Then all of a sudden, from out of nowhere, the Doctor is standing there, ready to talk. The Doc give the basic run down of how the surgery went and what we can expect when we finally get to go back and see our loved one in recovery.

Then we get to wait some more.