Needless to say the closest I've been to the hospital is across the street at the clinic as a patient. Joe warned me that the clinic and patient population would be a little rough. But I didn't care. I just wanted labs drawn as soon as possible to rule out any medical causes for my constant fatigue. And yet even despite Joe's warning I was still a little shocked to see all the unique characters I was surrounded by in the waiting room. I kept looking around for someone somewhat normal-ish without any luck. Then as I was leaving after my appointment I saw from behind a tall blond woman in a pretty dress and heels and I thought "there is someone else like me here!" Then she turned around. And she was a he.
Yes. That might have been the face I made that day. Yes. Normal might not be the best word to describe me;-) Normal-ish. At best.
(The ending did NOT surprise my husband or any of the residents that have since heard my story. Hardly anything surprises them in fact.)
I can only begin to imagine all of the stories he must have from working in the medical field. I'm sure every day presents new challenges! I have also been in a waiting room or two that was full of colorful characters to observe. At least it gives you something to do during the long wait for your name to be called.
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