Waiting Room Ramblings

Antsy. Like ice cream in my pants(y). I feel like I am zinging and buzzing. Full of hyperactive energy. Pop. POP. Bubble. Whizz. I want to "Scream at the top of my lungs What's going o-ON?..." Too buzzing to read the paper, and this airless, soulless hospital waiting room feels like there is stiffing me. It literally feels like there is not enough oxygen in the air, or air the atmosphere.

To my left are three large windows looking out on to a scene of urban regeneration. Lush green trees, thick with multitudinous shades of green foliage. The rich, varied shades of green set against the sheer, stark dark glass facade; modern minimalist industrial architecture. Behind the reflective, repetitious panels one can just about make out the glare of florescent office lighting. The far left of the scene is more interesting in many ways. Its is a scene under construction. A towering red crane working on -one presumes- a building that looks startled and naked with bare grey breeze-blocks exposed to the elements. Vulnerable. On closer inspection each floor is numbered in big blue figures,

2

3

4

5

I wish I had my camera. These windows are inciting me to climb up onto their sills and lean my head right out, so far out that the adrenaline suddenly makes my heart thump aggressively against my chest. As your body becomes aware of the imminent danger such a height presents to you.


As I have been writing this, I have been gazing quite intently out of the 3 large windows, which so happen to be above a row of seats in the waiting room. In one of these seats sits a woman who seems to find it profoundly strange that I should be looking above her head, out the window and writing in my notebook. She keeps giving me strange looks. I am finding it tremendously difficult to care.

This helped my fizzles to pop and simmer down.