Sitting in a doctor’s waiting room can bring forth some interesting thoughts:
I have never been in a doctor’s waiting room where I couldn’t look around and see someone who was worse off than me. I’m reminded to be grateful no matter how bad I might feel at the moment.
Usually there is a couple sitting in the waiting room holding hands, and the love between the two is apparent even when they are wearing masks. They might be husband and wife, parent and child, or adult and caregiver. Their love for each other brightens up a gloomy place. I’m reminded to go home and hug Suzy and hold her hand.
We all wear masks now while we wait, but I suspect before the days of Covid we all wore masks of a different kind. Back before masks, we tried to disguise our fear, our loneliness, and our concerns with idle chatter or pretending to read a book. I miss mask less faces because human expression is so beautiful, but now I enjoy seeing how people wear their masks. You can tell a lot about a person in how they wear a mask.
The TV’s in waiting rooms always show strange programs nobody watches. Who wants to watch a show about getting a colonoscopy or removing an ingrown toenail? Why do they think that everyone wants to know about how to buy a house that needs $250,000 worth of remodeling? Why not show MASH reruns or Ted Lasso.
Life is fragile and precious. Moments in the waiting room remind us to value every second we are on this planet.