Hospital Waiting

I am not prone to rushing around on my own time but yesterday I was in a rush to go out for the afternoon. In my haste I rushed into my room looking for clothes and stubbed my toe so hard I had to sit and hold it for almost an hour.

So much for my day of leisure. I could hardly stand up. But seriously though, a stubbed toe couldn't dampen my day.

Well it did! The swelling continued through the day and along with the pain I also began to experience a burning sensation. So after a night of pain it was time for one of my all time favourite activities, the hospital waiting game!

My odyssey begins at 0800 hours in the emergency waiting room. Now, I am well aware that a stubbs toe is nowhere near life threatening, so armed with my iPhone I am prepared to wait patiently all day. What I am never pepared for is the hospital waiting room game. It starts in the ER waiting room where you wait for triage, and back to wait for a doctor to see you. So this takes until 1000 hours, which is not too bad considering the injury. But this was short lived when the doctor had to ask me if I had been to x-ray yet. How could he not know that? He was the first doctor I had seen today.

Oh well, off to x-ray for the next wait! There I was put in another, registration, room just to be told after ten minutes to just take a seat again and wait.

After another ten minutes I was ushered to the x-ray room by a tech and low and behold in the hallway next to the door was the next spot I would plunk my ass on! Another waiting area. It was no more than fifteen feet down the hallway. Why even move me?

Anyway, after the x-ray I was back to emergency for my next bout of waiting. You know, after three hours waiting you start to become used to it. You start to accept the wait. You become almoost zombie like, trudging from waiting room to waiting room, staring emotionless at screens where shows play that you would never watch at home draw you in and hold you in an electronic embrace. All the while waiting for the sweet release of hearing your name being called. Oh when will it be my turn?


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This is my Timmies!

So early this morning I stop at a Tim Horton's for that uniquely Canadian ritual of the morning Timmies. Now I not a small man, and conversely, I am not that big either, but, when I walked in every head turned to look at me. This is when I noticed another Tim Horton's tradition, the coffee groups that take personal posession of each and every Tim Horton's.

I travel a lot and as a result I visit a lot of Tim Horton's as I go from place to place. Every time I walk into a Tim's I glance around to see the unofficial owners. You all know who you are! You and your cronies sit there religiously every morning protecting your Tim's from outsiders like me.

It is almost as if there is some ancient gene that comes out after you retire and you go down to the nearest Tim's and stake your claim. Next thing you know you are staring at everyone who enters as if they are here to take you out and steal your Tim's!

Maybe it is some ancient homesteading gene to claim a spot and protect it, but when did that become the need stake out and claim a Tim's of your own?

Puffy's New Phone

So last night I broke down and became one of the chosen masses. I bought myself an iPhone! Now, I am not saying that the iPhone 3G is better than the HTC Touch that has faithfully for the last few years but when it started to become wonky on the same day my mp3 player started to act up, action is required!

I am geeking out on apps like everyone does when they first get an iPhone and I am hoping my fascination with stupid apps will soon subside. I mean honestly, how many fake beers, Zippos or levels do I need?

Any way, tune in for an update from the dark side!


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