It's two hours past my scheduled appointment time and I am finally sitting in the examination room. I've actually been in here for about 20 minutes. Not much to look at but at least it doesn't smell funny. You know what I mean! That doctor's office smell. As a child, I was always traumatized by a visit to the doctor's office. But today at age 49, I am just as unsure as I was at age five, only I don't have my mommy to accompany me. I don't know what to do with myself. …
The Knee Chronicles: Thoughts In the Waiting Room
It's morning and I am sitting in the doctor's waiting room. The doctor's office is located in an area hospital. It's not posh or fancy in any way. This comforts me for some reason. There are people of color here, working people - quite unlike the last time I was in an Ortho clinic (four years ago) which was located downtown off fancy Michigan Avenue with copies of the Wall Street Journal, Crain's Business and Chicago Social laying about. The next thing I notice is how sick I am not. …