The Waiting Game
I’ve had some time off lately due to a small injury at work. Luckily my 'comp forum' buddies must have somehow sensed this and gave me plenty of reading to do. Everyone says that they hate the drama. Yet it is always the most active thread, most talked about subject. Today, I saw more people (online in the forums) then I ever have. But I digress.
I seemed to have pulled a chest muscle. Now, personally I think that if you don’t have any chest muscles, you shouldn’t be able to injure them. The problem was that because of a history of my lung collapsing (three times to be exact) I had to be sure that it was JUST a pulled muscle and not something more.
As I sat in the waiting room I looked around and noticed that everyone else was looking around also. I bet we were all playing the same game. You know the game, where everyone pretends to be interested in an out of date magazine. A magazine where they scratch the staff (who subscribed to it) names off of the label in the very (apparently) dangerous chance that one of us would get so fed up with the healthcare system and seek them out at their homes.
Anyways…….
We all glance up from our magazines and look around trying to guess what each others ailments are. On top of that we’re trying to guess who’s actually faking it. I am fortunate enough to find a seat that in a few moments will be occupied by a fellow sick person. I think his ploy is to get called quickly. By the loud grunts and groans, the sighs, the shiftiness, he hopes that enough attention will be drawn to him that they call on him quickly. He’s not the only one that hopes this. In playing my game I figured out right away what’s wrong with him. He’s an idiot. Am I a doctor? No, but I am an expert on idiots. Hell I’m surrounded by them.
Finally, my name gets called. I jump up like someone who just won the ‘sick person bingo’. Right before I disappear behind then waiting room door (albeit to wait some more in another room by myself this time, no game to be played) I can’t help but to turn around and do a little victory dance. I was this close to exclaiming “You noobs got pwned” But I didn’t. I am an adult after all……..