This has been a week of forced contemplation.
Wednesday -Mamie to the vet’s for shots, where after 15 minutes in the waiting area, we were ushered to an examining room by a vet tech, who then whisked my dog off for shots and a weigh in. 10 minutes later they both returned, and the tech disappeared after promising untruthfully that the vet would be right in. I spent another half an hour of playing with my phone and trying to calm Mamie who circled and circled, convinced there was an escape hatch if only she could find it. I finally just surrendered to boredom and stared at the wall.
Thursday – Dermatologist for me. Another 10 minutes in the waiting room – more quality phone time. Off to the examining room, where once alone, I disrobed at record speed with what I already knew was a completely misguided belief that someone might pop back into the room before I’d finished. If only. My phone far across the room, I sat on the exam table for a good 20 minutes barefoot and bare in my nightgown (how do enormously overweight people manage them?) with its flimsy ties holding everything together. More opportunity to stare at the wall and consider life as a whole.
Friday – Tooth cleaning at the dentist. Ironically, there’s no waiting there. They hustle you right in so the fun can begin as soon as possible. Still, not much to do there either, except close my eyes (unless I wanted to be blinded by the giant headlight in my face) and think about something – anything – else.