The appointment had been difficult to procure. It was a referral labelled "Urgent" and subsequently lost. I had waited 4 months and suffered for 8....Eventually....
It took me 20 minutes to shuffle across the car park and negotiate the mountainous slope up to the main building. Six months ago I would have achieved this with a hop and a skip in about 3 minutes.
Inside, the double staircase left me short of breath but I was so eager and happy to finally be in the Rheumatoid Clinic that I approached the reception desk with the naivety of a 6 year old’s first day at school.
Truly larger than life itself, she barked angrily at the crippled customers like an overworked and underpaid barmaid serving 3 deep at the tea time watering hole. It was as if the barrel’s needed changing down in the cellar and she wished she was half her age. There were no drunks, no profanity, only people in pain. Standing, waiting in line. Patiently waiting patients, in pain.
The polite enquiries were administered efficiently with sharp disdain. Curt and to the point, like we should already know the protocol. I was directed through to the waiting “lounge” in a manner which left me in no doubt where I should go! Someone really needs to feed this overweight Rottweiler and take her for a walk....
I shuffled my form into the only vacant seat at the inward looking square of well used office lounge furniture. It was busy and the armless chairs were firm. Like a very small airport departure lounge in rush hour. Nurses fleeted past in one direction then ghosted back in another. They were fast. On missions.
I was tired. The walk from the car park, up the stairs, past the “immigration control" had taken its toll. I stared at my feet and tried to make sense of it all.
How did she get that job? Who interviewed her for the job? What the fuck did it say on her CV? Who designed this “lounge?” Where is the integrity? Who the fuck cares anymore? She looks sorer than me. I wonder how long everyone has been waiting? Do I moan more than him? Will my consultant be a human being or an SS doctor specialising in experiments? The cleaner’s have missed a bit, there are 14 light tubes on the ceiling....My mind was just about to go numb.
Boom! Excitement and tension exploded in this fox hole of a waiting room. Senses pricked and an electricity ran through me. "Keep focussed and watch what happens" I said to myself. An older lady shuffled into the lounge and there were no seats left! She was obviously in pain but i'm pretty sure we all were. Eye’s narrowed and fleeting glances were exchanged. Who was going to move? What is the etiquette? A room full of pained, fatigued cripples and not enough chairs to go round. It was like the Brandenburg Gate 1939. Fleeting glances and seated shuffles. Uncomfortable squirms and awkward thoughts were all exchanged. We all silently acknowledged the disgrace, the unspeakable, the fear.
This plane is about to crash into the side of the mountain and there’s one parachute missing. Who is going to take the hit for the team?
The awkward group decision was taken out of our buckled hands as a flight attendant called through the next sufferer. A space was made.....Silent sighs of relief and passing of wind.
The collective loss of anxiety was like watching David Batty stepping up to take a penalty for England (Scottish waiting rooms are like this!) This emotion was quickly replaced with synchronised lobe stroking and increased tension about another victim possibly entering the lounge. Should I just stand up now and be done with this Russian Roullette? The atmosphere is about as strained as an inflamed achillies tendon that's attached to a rheumatic mountaineer reaching the summit of Everest. Anxiety turned to anger. That there weren't enough seats for people to sit on? How can this be? Were we being punished for being ill and for being in pain? Is that thought even possible? This is a hospital. Where the sick get better. So why the "meat processing?" I mean, you will already know, there is nothing worse than having chronic pain in your feet and achilles and having to stand still...What did we do to suffer this rather unavoidably obvious "Administrative Error!?"
Please note: This is my 1st ever attempt at blogging. I hope some of you might relate to some of my thoughts. I really hope, no one is offended. I have extensive notes..I may add more later...depending! Be safe, Stay Alive TweeterCal x