Sunday Scribblings #82
October 27th, 2007When I think of hospitals, I think about spending the majority of a couple of days in the waiting room of the ICU unit with my then Mother-In-Law when her Mom went into the hospital unexpectedly a few years ago. As it turns out, things happened, and we didn’t get to bring her Mom home for Christmas like we were hoping, but I have to say that I was glad to be there for my friend because she REALLY needed someone who had “been there, done that” before.
I also think of when we took Dad to the hospital to have back surgery and my 3 year old son and I waited in the waiting room ALL day!!! My son was playing “cowboys and Indians” with ANYBODY who walked up and down the hall by shooting at them with his finger. You’d be surprised at how many people shot back….*LOL*
The agony of waiting for hours…in limbo. The helplessness of unknowing.
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Oh funny - I probably would have shot back too if I was there
Playing cowboys and Indians would be the best part of most hospital visits! He had the right idea…
What a patient little boy to be in the waiting room for so long…
I suppose we did something similar when my dad was in the hospital. My mom had no other choice than taking us to the hospital with her.
It’s always a blessing when the kids encounter someone who will play along. And by “someone,” I of course mean a stranger and not the parent! I trust your father was all right then?