I’ve been trying to write more frequently without taking a toke of weed first. In the past, this has been my main inspiration for opening up the internet and writing. Because if that practice, a great many of those blogs are useless. They may contain gems or concepts of brilliance, but they are surrounded in gibberish that makes the overall entry unreadable.

More recently, I’ve tried to write about my life journey without being high. It’s often hard to find the motivation in everyday life, but I’m finding there are lots of periods in my daily experiences that have luls. Waiting. Waiting is a perfect time to blog, and phones make it easy.

Today I find myself in the waiting room of my local hospital, which doubles as the office if my mental health doctor. My physiatrist. A twice monthly visit where we discuss the dirt of things I’ve written about since the last visit.

The more I go outside my home, the more I get to experience life. I get to see the world, and the people, both good and bad. I see fascinating things that make me smile everywhere. Even the bad things make me smile in an odd way. 

Currently, I am witnessing a mother and her child. She’s come a long way via transit for a 1pm appointment for her son.  The mental health ward so he probably has some issues but it is clear to anyone observing that she does too. She has been walking back and forth pacing since I arrived.

As a doctor passes, she reached out toward him and asks in a demanding way, how much longer will it be? It is clear from her wording this is at least the second time she’s asked, and this doctor was just a random one with no knowledge of her case. He gives the stock answers every doctor has reversed a thousand times before, but the woman is unimpressed.

She spouts the kind of insensitive remarks you might expect about keeping appointments and inconvenience almost like she’s never been to the doctor before. 19 minutes is not an excessively long time to wait. She complains like it’s not something she’s ever seen before without any regards for the doctor or his patients. She has no patient patience.

Her son has an iPad with a lot of content and doesn’t really even notice the delay. Kids are used to waiting. They’re always waiting. Whenever mom approaches him, he says he is bored in a whine that seems more to appease his mom than real. 

When the nurse came to pick them, he was almost upset to be interrupted. She was pleased to complain once more as they left.

It was an interesting story to witness, although it’s probably made for a dull blog. 

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