Time is Tight

Time is a moment -
it can be joyous or sad
happy or bad

cherish them all
because  life is a mere
speck in time's vastness

And it's gone as soon as it comes

Love is blind...

No, Love is kind....

Love lets years go by, and comes forward when needed. 

Love forgives - selfishness, even inertia.

Love remembers - taste, smell, touch, words.

Love will always find a way to know what has to be known.

Love is eternal -  but life isn't.

White Coat Syndrome

I can’t stand going to the doctor; just the thought of the weigh-in makes me sicker than I feel.   And then there’s the BP test, and the heart beat check up and the peering into my eyes and down my throat.  It’s an ordeal before the big ordeal.

 Why are doctors never on time?

Is their time more precious than mine?

Is my job not as important?

 Or is it a universal plot that all doctors subscribe to  – to ensure that we are totally submissive by the time they open the door and stride in – resplendent in starched white coat, shiny skin and gleaming stethoscope ….

 He’s running late and I’m sitting by myself in a little cubicle with the door closed. 

There’s nothing to read but the ubiquitous wall chart depicting, in vivid color, the different stages of spinal degeneration.   

 I feel a twinge in my back and sit up straight in the chair.  Could I be in one of those stages or is it the uncomfortable chair?  I put on my glasses and read up on what kind of pain to look out for.

 I hear himtalking to a patient in the next room.  His voice is muffled but I hear all the ominous stuff, like …..

“well, you have a couple of options”

“after the tests we’ll check again”   

 My blood pressure rises, my heart beats faster and my mind festers – why is my head hurting so much?  I wonder if it could be a tumor. 

Doors bang outside and I hear a nervous cough, the slip slop of the nurse’s sandaled feet:  the doctor’s voice nears and then recedes.  He goes into another room. 

 Crap.

 So I wait some more, breathing deeply to keep my BP under control.

Hopefully he’ll come in, look at my file, tut tut about my weight, and give me something for my sinuses.