Waiting

We’ve all been there. Silently waiting, watching the 13″ television screen showcasing news reports from a City that isn’t yours. The X-Ray technician was called back in to work overtime. You thank him. You’re husband gets called out after hours, and you understand that he probably left his family at home to come do his job.

*He was polite and friendly, so I don’t mind waiting some more*

Waiting…

You see several people you know walk in and out through the small Emergency department and have small meaningless conversations with people you’re just being polite with, after all, does anyone even really want to be here.

Waiting…

The waiting room smells of alcohol, but this isn’t uncommon in our small little City. We have a homeless population, and a severe addiction to booze. After all, we’re a mining town. There was never much to do, and still isn’t.

My husband leaves to pick up my mother, my son to have her babysit our children at home. The fact that he wanted to be there with me made me feel better. While waiting, my girlfriends showed up with Tim Hortons Coffee. Our crew likes to hype up on caffeine, and we care about each other. I love you guys!

I have to pee!!! But this damn wheel chair requires you to hold down the break bar, and there are no wheels to push with. I must resort to using my good foot. Let me just tell you now. This was hilarious to watch me maneuver beyond the doors to navigate my way to the washroom. Hilarious that even I giggled when I tinkled.

~ Silver lining~

Husband returns and I am hungry. It’s been 6 hours since I have eaten ( don’t judge, I eat 6 meals a day) Cafeteria closed at 6 pm. This makes me irritable. I need a cigarette (quit date to be announced) But a new rule that started just weeks before my son was born. No smoking within property limits. Now I am agitated.

2 – 1/2 hours of waiting.

“Justine”

ME! IM RUNNING * while being wheeled by my husband *

Into one of the new sterile beds, freshly washed with bubbles still in the creases. Least it’s not dirty, but makes me wonder if there are bed bugs still lurking through these halls.

My phone dies. I’m bored. and I am hungry. I have to pee about half a dozen more times for the night is out, but on this particular trip, I knocked my foot and I cried for a solid 10 minutes. My husband asks after I blow my nose and collect myself  “Are you okay?”

Stupid question gets a mean answer.

I love you hunny, but NO, I am not okay, my summer is screwed. Ball season starts in two weeks, my workouts are out the window, and I wont be able to do anything. This sucks because I can’t just slow down. I don’t know how.

~silver lining~

Waiting…

Along my waiting in the room which was shared with 3 other patients. I got to over hear a lot. Probably far too much than anyone should have been allowed to over hear.  A woman was bitten by a dog, and through her conversation with the nurse, I learned some more about Whitehorse. Beautiful but not worth the move when you leave all your friends and family behind. Another woman who works in a medical profession field contracted blood in her eye from a patient and is worried she may have be given HIV which would scare the hell out of anyone. A man who smelt of alcohol complained of getting into a fight, and so he needed stitches.

Waiting…

My doctor comes after 5 hours of waiting, and I ask how my X-rays looked. She said she needed to examine my foot before she could discuss my xray. Like a picture didn’t give an explanation. But, I am just irritated, I shouldn’t take it out on her. In the back of my mind, I am missing my Wednesday work out. Ball season starts in 2 weeks, and I’m going to miss a full month of game time. I won’t be able to go biking after just dropping a ton of cash on new family bikes. I won’t be able to play with my kids and go for walks.

She says it’s not broken. But that I tore the ligament. This is worse than a break. It takes longer to heal, and there is no guarantee it will ever be the same. I’ve heard this before. I am prepared of a life of constant sprains, and strains.

It won’t stop me tho….. I have a dream.