Yesterday I had an appointment for another scan. My appointment was for one, they told me to be there at noon. I finally got the scan at three.
This will be my life for the foreseeable future. Waiting, waiting, waiting. They wheeled in a woman on a gurney whose face looked absolutely blank, like she’d given up and didn’t know why she was there.
Last night I had a dream. Someone I knew was in my house, someone who wasn’t supposed to be there. He dove at me but I sidestepped him. He lunged at me, closer –I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, saying “Help!
When I woke up, my throat was sore. I must have screamed in my sleep.
Long wait at the doctor’s office:
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Surprised there weren’t skeleton remains in the chairs.
This is a movie made by my speech pathologist’s husband about the waiting room at Highland Hospital in Oakland and some of the patients he found there when he made the film. It was funded partially by the Obama administration in the run-up to the launch of the ACA. I had many hours of waiting when I got my healthcare there, but boy do I ever miss the level of care they provided. I sort of learned how to time my visits to make them feasible when I was using Paratransit to get there and back.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzIin6OVoLU