No one wants to be sitting in an Urgent Care waiting room. You wouldn’t choose to be there unless you or someone you know is having health issues. Yes, I am sure there are people who enjoy this, and that’s OK.
I’m pretty good at waiting patiently, even though I hate being anywhere near medical facilities. When you are at Urgent Care or the Emergency Room, you better be good at waiting. It may not be the first place I would go if I was dying.
So I was in Urgent Care waiting room yesterday (not for me and everything turned out). Waiting. Patient. Understanding of the situation. It was good as can be expected.
Except that they had a TV with the sound on. The sound was very present. Very difficult to ignore. The noise level was not the except. The programming was.
I don’t watch a lot of TV. I know there is good TV and there is bad TV. This was bad TV. Perhaps the worst.
I think it was a show called TMZ. Some entertainment gossip rag. Mindless drivel about mindless drivel.
First I got to hear about Justin Bieber’s problems. People called in about Justin Bieber’s problems. Then they spent the next half hour talking about some reality show called “Preachers’ Daughters Gone Wild” or something like that. Another serious discussion about the show and more viewer call ins. I was pretty sure I was going to need urgent care after that.
I am stupider for having endured that. I can tell because I used the word stupider with no shame. Yet, this is not a waiting room anomaly. I was in Urgent Care waiting room last summer. A TV in the waiting room blared out a Spanish language soap opera for all to hear.
The agony. At least let me wait in peace. Waiting in urgent care is stressful enough. I don’t need weapons of mass entertainment bombarding me as well.
Unless this is some genius plan to distract me from my own worries. I am not one of the preachers’ daughters. I am not Justin Bieber having to endure his jail-time footage played over and over by TMZ. I am not involved in a twisted, evil, life-sucking drama from a Mexican soap opera.
So life can’t be that bad. I’m just waiting.
TV like that should be banned for intelligent people.
You are so right. And then Judge Judy came on and I almost cried.
Dear Gawd. Thank goodness it wasn’t Wapner.
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I have read a couple of your blogs and have to say that sitting in a waiting room is far worse than watching a horror flick. Perhaps because one is reality and the other just silliness; not that you would categorize it that way. At least you tried!