04 October 2021

Here's the thing. When your body continues to act up in so many unexpected ways, when your days are filled playing this never ending role of remaining cheerful and as active as the situation allows, when you must wait for another hour (and another) in some nondescript room, white furniture, white walls, facing the two colour print reproduction of a Van Gogh and an August Macke  (or a tasteful black and white photograph of empty sandy beaches), waiting for the results or that next test appointment you know you have lost your center, for a bit. For the time being.

 

 



12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sabine, I have been thinking of you and wondering how you are. I am glad to see a post here, but sad that your days are filled with test appointments and waiting rooms. I hope all the results are good and that you will be feeling well and better. Take care there, dear friend.

Pixie said...

I'm sorry. Sending hugs.

Joared said...

Can appreciate to some degree what you describe, probably also wondering when will all this resolve so I can get back to some semblance of life as I expected to live outside medical offices. There’s little I can say except to keep looking forward. Maintaining your good spirits is important for your health so do hope you continue being able to do so.

am said...

Yes. For the time being. These centers are lost and found, gravitating toward found. The mysterious center. That you have a center. Sending love wherever you are.

Ms. Moon said...

I can't imagine. I wish you couldn't either.

Elizabeth said...

I'm sorry to hear of the monotony, the drudgery, the endlessness of it. You've written so beautifully and fluidly and effortlessly of it. I wish you well.

Colette said...

You captured that moment, that reality perfectly. I wish you didn't have to experience it.

ellen abbott said...

oh Sabine, would that I could wave a magic wand. it must get so tiresome.

molly said...

Sending you a hug and hopes for better tomorrows.

Secret Agent Woman said...

The waiting is awful. I'm sorry.

37paddington said...

I understand this deeply. Hugs.

Roderick Robinson said...

In my case unrelated complications are ensuing. There's always that thought one will become one's malady and devoid of any other interest. I was truly tee-ed off to discover that one of the seductive experiences known to mankind - dropping off for an afternoon doze - can turn out to be a symptom for something unpleasant. Nothing comes for nothing.