It’s got to be in the top three of my favorite words. It is timeless but controlled. Limitless but has an end. It always has a specific beginning but you never know the end.
The worst of all “moments” is the nurse’s departing comment, “The doctor will be with you in a moment.” “Oh good,” I say to myself as that good feeling melts into wondering if he’s reading a medical journal to hone up on my medical procedure. I’ve already read the Pain Barometer poster and the poster of what a wonderful hospital this is and the cheesy, tranquil picture I’d never place in my home. I’ve seen the stuff that he’s about to use on me but refuse to examine it for fear of knowing too much.
So, what’s left while lying on your back, half naked and staring up at the ceiling tiles and refusing to count…
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