It’s the same everywhere, isn’t it? Government facilities offer unparallelled opportunities to “hurry up and wait”. And we wait. And wait. For hours – placid as cattle. There’s just no point getting twitchy, one might as well kick back and try to enjoy the passing parade – or at least, avert all homicidal impulses.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if psychiatric patients could somehow get stress free and pleasant waiting rooms and experiences?
This woman’s daughter was doing the proactive waiting thing at the dispensary, by which I mean she stayed awake to listen out for her mom’s name to be called when her meds were ready. Mom, meanwhile, was free to get comfy and nap a bit.
Next up, some random, bonus waiting!