Waiting.
I hate waiting.
I hate waiting at a red light, I hate waiting after I've ordered a meal, and I hate waiting in hospitals.
Also, I hate hospitals.
...Ok, hate is the wrong word. I am terrified of hospitals. The smell, the sounds, the colors and lighting. It all scares the fuck out of me. I can't handle it- the pain, the death, the noises... it all hits me like a wall the moment I walk in.
Grandma had to go to the hospital today. She's getting a kidney removed. She made it through surgery, and she's in recovery. The only question is if/when she is going to wake up. The woman is 87. She's earned the right to take her time.
But I hate waiting.
I hate this room. I hate this uncomfortable chair. I hate the smell of, and how dry my hands are from the constant sanitizing. The really shitty food.
....I have patience. Enough to spare. I just wish it wasn't necessary.
