Maybe It's Nothing, Maybe It's Something

Sitting in a waiting room, you get the ever pleasant experience of watching some people come and some people go. And, if you're like me, you get to see lots of people come and go because you wrote your name sloppily on the sign in sheet and they couldn't read your first name. I eventually had to ask them why I was still waiting.

Regardless of my own inability to write legibly, I looked around. Most of the folks were older, only one person younger than me was taken care of while I was there. And two things occured to me.

One, I am terrified of getting old. And two, some of these people may get bad news from these tests.

First off, getting old sucks. Sort of. Well, the pain management end of it. As I was looking at one gentlemen, I couldn't help but wonder what that rather large growth at the top of his left leg was. He was heavy but there was a strange, huge lump in an area that I've never seen fat gather at. It was a growth. I found myself wondering if it was just a huge benign tumor. Then I felt really sad for him. Then I got scared that something like that might happen to me.

I was only getting bloodwork as my normal medication maintenance requires.

Second, folks in this waiting room had given their doctor cause for concern. Or, at least, some of them. Possibly. Maybe they're all getting bloodwork done for maintenance or maybe they're all going to get glowing results. Everything's fine. It's very well possible, that none of the people who surrounded me this morning will have a life changing experience after this. That they were all just there biding their time as well, no magazines to look at, only Christian radio to listen to.