Waiting By The Shoreline

Waiting by the shoreline sounds quite lovely. Especially if the day is balmy with a slight breeze and a clear blue sky. It certainly beats all other forms of waiting which happens to us on a regular basis. Quite often it is the type of waiting that makes you fidget, become impatient and at the flip of a switch turns you into a different person. Like the advertisements for a Snickers chocolate bar …  “You’re not you when you’re hungry”. Well, “You’re not you when you’re waiting in line”.

  • How about that long red light when there is no traffic coming in the opposite direction?
  • There’s the train pulling at least 200 cars, before you finally see the caboose. This when you are out delivering your meal route and the delay seems to last for 5 hours.
  • Bay Days, when everything you need is on sale and the line for the cash register winds through the store, no matter which line you find yourself in.
  • Bank visit on a Saturday followed by grocery shopping.  A lot of time is spent tapping your foot while becoming exasperated with the people in front of you.
  • Tim Horton’s drive-through, behind a construction company truck, bringing back orders for people at the job site.  

Frustrating it can be, but quite short-lived, especially when you think of the number of people you know waiting for a health care procedure. Add to that the amount of pain they are in while uncomfortably counting down the days to have it done. Consider that first comes the sixty to ninety days it will take to see the doctor for the consultation appointment.  Followed by a 300 day wait on average at LHSC for hip replacement surgery. If it’s your knee the wait is 299 days.  

I know a great many volunteers who have had these procedures done and are much better for it. Their mobility dramatically improved and they felt like a “Spring Chicken”. Now personally involved in such a scenario with my husband, a long stretch of days lay before him. He is trying to manage his pain, and dealing with daily struggles, bending over to put on socks, using a walker in the house due to his unsteadiness. This type of wait, makes everything else pale in comparison.

By some stroke of luck, maybe there will be a shorter wait list at another hospital, and I will be able to shout “New Hip, Hip, Hooray!”  Laura