Waiting Room Blues
The other day I took my mother-in-law to the doctor. I waited in the waiting room and read while she visited the doctor.
I let her off at the door, parked, and walked to the waiting room.
The first thing I noticed when I walked in were three women working on something medical… little test tubes of different color, in assembly line fashion. All three of the women had on sombreros (?), multi-color lines punchos over their shoulder, and a droopy black mustache taped on under their nose. It was their Halloween thing.
I think they were doing some kind of volunteer work. I also think if any Latinos happened to there for their medical needs they might find that offensive. Since at the time being Mexicans are on the bottom of the pecking order as far as pay and being accepted go.
Although they did look like fun festive Mexicans.
After they did their job, whatever that was, they left.
After that I was sitting there I couldn’t help put eavesdropping on four people talking. They were all elderly. A husband and wife sat beside each other and two ladies sat across from them who apparently were related also. As I read I picked up by what was said that the two sets of people did not know each other but they knew identical things about Marietta and Cobb County…. They were talking about different doctors and the medical system of doctors not spending enough time with their patients and things of that nature.
Then from the inner examination rooms out walked another elderly couple. The lady had a shiny royal blue walker that had wheels on it. It not only had wheels it also had what looked to be hand brakes on each handle and a seat… and other bells and whistles details that I forgot.
The lady of the couple sitting said, “That is some walker you got there – snazzy looking.”
I found the above walker on the Internet that looks like the same model they had only a different color.
They lady said, “It sure is.” She said she can walk with it, just pushing it alone and she opened a lid of the seat and said she can put her pocketbook there.
The four sitting voiced their approval.
The elderly husband with the lady with the walker said when they carry groceries from the car, he just loads them on the seat of the walker and rolls them right up through the door and into the kitchen…. “don’t have to make long walks carrying groceries.”
The woman with the walker said. “and if I get tired of walking I just sit down on the seat – of course I lock the brake first.” She pointed to the handle bar brakes.
The four said that was really nice.
The old man standing said if they wanted on they can write this number down – he pointed to a telephone number on a sticker behind the seat.
The seating people said no, they didn’t really need one now.
The man said it wouldn’t take a minute to write it down.
They declined again. But one asked the man is that how they bought it – by calling that number. He said no, they bought it at Sam’s.
I wonder why he didn’t mention that and pushed the number?
He asked them again didn’t they want to write down the number and again they politely said they didn’t foresee they would need anything like that.
He said, “Well ok then.” And they left.
After the door was closed all four of them said they wouldn’t have that thing. The oldest lady, which was one of the two ladies sitting together, said that looks like something that would slide out from under you or you might forget it is there and fall into it. They all agreed.
Then the nurse called out a name and the two women sitting together got up and walked towards the nurse. One of the ladies had a very feeble and a limp of a walk. If any needed a walker, or at least a cane, it was her.
Pride cometh before the fall (literally).