Navel Gazing in the Waiting Room
We love to label and minimise pretty much everything into easy parcels of good, bad, happy, sad. This year was to be “our year” and in many ways it has – just not in the ways we had imagined. Nothing like a stimulating chat to pass the time quickly
As we move into mid-Autumn with beautiful misty mornings and clear nights, I have another sojourn in a hospital waiting room contemplating my navel as there’s no wi-if or phone connection.
I have done this a lot in 2015; thankfully nothing sinister, just some mechanical failures. There are many bonuses to having children past the age of 39 years, 11 months and 30 days. The downsides are all to do with elbows, knees and back.
The pounding of lively twins has exacerbated the lack of care I have taken over the decades; not so much a temple, more of a rental car.
This year I have met GPs, Neurosurgeons, Rheumatologists, Physios and Chiropractors – all of them good company. There is that moment when they study the scan, notes, posture and say “Well this is interesting.”
1. Nope, no idea
2. At last, something I can write a paper about or…
3. Get to know everybody, we will be seeing lots of each other.
I’ve had a few “procedures” and can honestly say that I would recommend Diazepam to any parent for a few hours off. It beats a bottle of wine hands down and is calorie free and the come down beats a hangover.
So for my final trip this year I am sitting still, cannula comfy and feeling as though I could kiss the sky (or at least bend down and pick up a toy without wincing). It’s funny how your parameters and notions of joy change quickly.