The waiting room.

I am sitting in a rather packed waiting room waiting for my father-in-law to return from his procedure. He is having scar tissue in his heart removed through heart cath and it is due to take some time. It is a bit of a risk, but I suspect that anytime that you have someone digging around in your heart, it is a bit of a risk. I am not a fan of the waiting room. Call it having spent far too many hours in them as a child as I waited to hear how my grandfather, grandmother or aunt were doing. Mom taught us to tidy the waiting room and to make it look far better than it did when we got there. We would straighten magazines, put pillows and blankets away and toss away garbage. Todays waiting room has a different feel. There is a gentleman cruising around on a mobility scooter, a lady behind me playing a game on her phone with the volume turned way too high, my mother-in-law is trying to close her eyes for a bit of sleep and Hubs is tweaking a bit with the hemline of his pants. It ia a busy place. People are in and out, and it seems to be a pick-up place for people to be shuttled off to surgery. The beep and ring of pagers fill the air along with low chattering, the ring of the desk phone. The TV is operating just a touch too low to hear. That's okay, there is some scantilly clad girl on there anyhow. Plink. Plink. Plink, plink goes the phone game. The clicking of a metal crafted cane hitting the industrial low pile carpet People in rooms with doctors, getting the update on their loved one. Eyes closed. Coughs belted out. People who forgot to put something other than pajama pants on when they left the house this morning. People talking with their hands. A man is playing a thumb piano. The sound is a pleasant one that doesn't annoy. The wait. Oh my heavens, the wait. ETA: My father-in-law got out of surgery and did well. He was in from sometime after 8am - 3:30ish pm. Currently, he is in ICU, but probably only because of the detail of surgery involved. He may come home on Wednesday, if my understanding is correct. I'd like him to remain where they feel he needs to be for the length of time they want him there. In the end, all looks well and we are certainly pleased with that. Pray on, my friends. P.S. It is one big blob because I typed this on the Kindle. Sorry for the bad form!