The Feral Truth About Waiting Rooms (where time and sanity go to die)

The Feral Truth:

Waiting rooms are their own form of psychological warfare.

Because it’s not just waiting.

It’s waiting while:

All under fluorescent lighting that somehow makes everyone look deceased.

You sit there trying to act normal while your brain is doing Olympic-level spiraling.

Every time a nurse opens the door?

Your heart jumps.

Every time someone says a name that isn’t yours?

Tiny emotional damage.

And time moves differently there.

Five minutes somehow lasts three business days.

You try scrolling your phone.

But you’re not really reading anything.

You’re just refreshing the same apps over and over while mentally preparing for every possible outcome.

Then there’s the weird social dynamics.

Everyone’s pretending not to look at each other while absolutely looking at each other.

Nobody wants to be there.

Everybody’s tired.

And somehow the TV is always playing either:

Meanwhile you’re sitting there with snacks in your bag like an emotionally unstable soccer mom preparing for battle.

And when they finally call your name?

You leap up so fast you almost pull a hamstring.

That’s the Feral Truth.

Yours in chaos,

~Kari, The Feral Caregiver

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