Most
of last Tuesday was spent with Mother at the hospital in her heart doctor’s
office. As most of you know, the time
spent for a doctor’s appointment is mostly waiting in an area full of other
people waiting to see a doctor. Some are
old, some are young, but most are bored.
Many of them thumb through a magazine, glare at the muted TV mounted on
the wall and watching the other people around them.
The
past few months Mother has really wanted me to go with her to her appointments,
where she used to be independent and want people to think she could handle
everything on her own. She has started getting
confused about her surroundings when out in the public and cannot remember what
her doctors tell her during her visits.
Having had several mild strokes recently, I am sure it is hard for her
to think straight most of the time. I
know we must look strange to all we meet – an elderly wobbly woman with a cane
being helped by a younger wobbly woman with a cane – it probably looks like
quite the pair!
While
waiting for Mother’s turn with the doctor, I was thinking about how much time I
seem to waste sitting and being unproductive.
Most of the time, it is because my MS is causing me to be unable to do
much of anything. Sometimes it is wasted
time waiting for appointments, standing in line at the grocery store or tossing
and turning in the bed, trying to get to sleep.
If I could put all that time together, I bet it would be amazing how
many days it would add up to be.
Often
during those times when I am in the house, it is quiet and sleep won’t come, I
think of countless things I need or want to do.
Most of the time I make lists, since my brain usually does not recall
all those things I was thinking about doing.
Too many times, that list just grows old before I get to it and gets
buried beneath all the other lists I make after that one.
When
I was working, there never seemed to be enough time to get all my household
chores done when I got home. During most
of those years, I was living near Mobile, Pensacola and New Orleans was close
enough to visit often. As you can
imagine, those areas offered a variety of places to spend leisure time and
engage in activities. Unfortunately,
there was usually not enough time in a week left for those type of things. Although I no longer live near those places,
there are still many activities to enjoy if I could. Now it is not time that hinders my engaging
in those things, it is my physical and mental inability to function well enough
to do them.
I
was reading a friend’s blog the other day and she was writing about people
watching her. I wrote a poem about that when
I was a teen, which was quite a few years ago:
People watching
Caring not if I live or die
People watching
Caring not if I laugh or cry
People watching
Rushing, rushing from place to place
People watching
Seeing, seeing, but knowing not my
face
People watching
Why?????
So
many people waste a lot of their time wondering about and thinking about other people’s
business. If they only knew how much most of us would like to have the use of
that time………wouldn't it be nice to have too much brains and not enough time??!!!
2 comments:
Well said, Janie! I'm afraid that I'm not only aware of people watching me as I hobble around, but I'm also guilty, at times, of people watching. I even go so far as to create fictional stories about them. That's what happens when I have too much time on my hands.
Peace,
Mufff
At least we learn to use our brains in interesting ways!! :)
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