There’s no way I could handle waiting until the end of the day to get news, so here I am in the outpatient waiting room. The room is packed and I have been waiting for three hours already, but I don’t complain. The last thing the doctors here need is me whining. They put in long hard hours performing miracles every day, so I can certainly afford to sit around and do nothing for one day of my life until Dr. Stevens is ready to see me. Looking around the room, I see various patients talking to each other, huddled in their own small groups. It’s as though we have formed our own little clubs as support networks. Various snippets of conversations hit my ears as people catch up with familiar faces, comparing what is going on with their health. Everyone here is going through the most terrible of circumstances, yet most people still wear a smile on their face, and try to pick out the positive pieces of their situations. A man in a flannel shirt with a beanie on his head is joking with a woman by his side that all this waiting is a good chance to be able to get her fix of daytime television shows.
