Hospitals

What is it about hospital waiting rooms? They are all the same microcosm of humanity. As I sit here nervous and tired with fear for my fathers life, I realize that hours have passed without my usualy giddieness or fidgetyness, yet I have not even scratched the surface of waiting or anxiety yet. The peopl across from me (most assuredely fans of NASCAR) are waiting for a loved ones heart transplant. Could be bad news, no match on the heart, or death on the table or deliriously happy news: years added to life. But for now, just like us its only waiting. There is even a creepy guy here, but he is nervous and waiting too, I guess even creepy guys have sick loved ones. So what is it about the waititng then? What do we do? How should we feel? I know I feel sick, but that might be the corned beef hash or 10 cups of coffee I've had.

10 minutes later. The creepy guy has gone onto the great beyond. He knows how the rest of his day and life will be. Happy, or sad. So too the nascar fans are gone, but I suspect it is in search of corned beef hash as well. I am looking for (as always) an appropriate sound track for life. I can't decide between upbeat uptempo, which seems out of place and forced, and sad depressed music
, Which also feels fake. I need a tall dude with a foreign accent to come here and tell me how to feel.

So here I sit and wait.

Until then is now,
-c