People watching in the surgery waiting room of a hospital is fascinatingly sad. The way different folks handle the stress of killing time while someone they know/love life's in someone elses hands is amazing. Theres a tablefull of people complete with supplies for an extended stay here playing cards - they keep switching from crazy 8's to go fish and argue endlessly about the same rules over and over, trying to pay attention to everything but not succeeding.
Everytime a doc or nurse comes into the area they stop. Wait. Look. Then realize the doc or nurse isnt for them when they hear the name called or they head to other people.
Then back to the game.
While writing this the surgeon came out and told them everything went well and whomever will be moved to recovery. Cell phones came out, messages were sent, then back to the game.
No more arguing about the rules.
I spent a couple of hours in the waiting room while a friend of mine was in the psych ward being evaluated for suicidal ideation. I didn't notice anything else going on there.
Still sounds healthier and less chaotic than other families. At least they simmered down to play cards. Other people would be arguing the whole time until asked to leave by staff or leaving out of frustration only to come back and continue arguing later on.
They were arguing, just over the rules. It was fascinating to watch them channel the frustration into a manageable form.
They were there when we arrived, probably had been addressed by staff already.
Never been in the waiting room, only in the stretcher. Hard to understand how healing energy or good vibes work. If they work. My first thought is that those people are in the way, and they are there for themselves and being greedy. But if they feel better, it will make them better caretakers during the patients recovery, and that matters.
At the same time, some people believe there is some kind of intangible force that is created by a bunch of people getting together and caring. Call it good vibes, or praying together for someone, or cosmic whatever. But whatever it is, it only seems to work if the patient knows about it. It's real because its measurable, but then again, so is the placebo effect.
Waiting rooms are to keep them out of the way of the people doing the work. They weren't praying, or sending vibes, or any of that. They were killing time, waiting, knowing there was nothing they could do but kill time.
I've been there, waiting on an outcome - you want the news ASAP and the best way to ensure you get it is to be as close as you can get.
This reminds me of a doctors visit. I was sitting in the waiting room when a godperson with a godshirt came in and sat next to me. We talked for a minute or so. Next a guy with a flaming skull and crossbones shirt came in and sat on the other side of me.
I just about started laughing. When the nurse asked for me, I got up and looked back at the two shirts and smiled. I hope they had a nice discussion.
I don't like playing cards. I would rather bring a book or two and pass the time reading if things have moved past the point of conversing anymore with companions. I find reading to be very relaxing...
This didn't appear to be a planned visit on thier part.
I once read Jon Krakauer's Into Thin Air in its entirity waiting for surgery on my ex. Long day.