Waiting

This week I am doing a lot of waiting. A week that started off as routine as most quickly changed after a phone call from my Mum about my Dad's health.

The hours are going by slowly between phone calls and I am reminded that waiting has never been one of my strengths.

Even on the weekend at the back stage of a concert that Popps was performing in, there was a lot of waiting. I had her dressed and ready to go and was then told we had two hours before stage time. One lady had her knitting. Others relaxed and chatted. I looked at the clock on my phone.

Yesterday as I awaited phone calls about test results and diagnosis I was unable to focus on a task. I can't just read a book and wait. I could vacuum and fold clothes, things that can be done without thinking. I couldn't get any work done and I cancelled a meeting for today that I was meant to present at as I just couldn't focus on what I needed to do. I also don't like to be around people. A cocoon is my preferred place to wait.

Phone calls came with the response that we need to wait some more, a few days, not hours. Doctors are busy, they have lots of patients and are not at my beck and call. Tests take time, there is fasting to be done, waiting your turn. Waiting.

In an age of instant everything my waiting skills are rarely tested. They are certainly far from refined.

It is a good time for the girls to ask for something as I am pretty likely to say yes, have whatever you want.

I might need to take up macrame.