The Doctors Surgery
Posted 13-02-2008 at 12:08 by blazey
Well today I had a lovely two hour long trip to the doctors surgery, where love and romance blossomed. OK not for me, but in every doctors surgery young love awaits.
Young mums try to tame their younglings but nothing can control the young male when he begins his mating dance (in this case jumping up and down and flapping arms around). The young girl is wooed and they begin running up and down bringing leaflets for the over 65's to their mothers, who look strangely unamused. Yet they are charmed by the two little ones none the less.
Even the obese wheezing man is charmed by the little girl who stands and points at him in wonder. He smiles and sticks his tongue out at her.
But wait, not all the room is charmed by the little ones. Elderly woman enters with a queer old man who appears to only say one word repeatedly. She sits and gossips endlessly with the woman with the dead moon shaped eyes, commently too loudly about how much the little girl smells because he nappy needs changing. I cringe at the old woman and catch the funny old mans eyes, who gives me a big grin, waves his fingers at the two women and says 'i know'. So he can say more than he is letting on.
Enters a young asian mum with her little boy. All three children play with the plastic table and chairs designed for the little ones. The little asian boy runs wilder than the others with the chair he picks, yet strangely enough, when the other two die down, he is the one who collects their leaflets that they have left lying around, and puts them back in the holder, all the right way round, one by one, and gurgles happily as he does so. The elderly man smiles and the obese man, who had fallen asleep and already began to snore, awoke and commented on how much fun the little one was having.
The little girls mother is getting stressed. A two hour wait with two children is getting too much for her, as the little girl needs her nappy changed and the reception has said the surgery doesn't have baby changing facilities. They offer her the office but when she comments on how she will be able to wash her hands and dispose of the waste the receptionists are useless, and so she waits instead, hoping her time will come sooner. The old lady with no shame keeps muttering too loudly about the 'smelly girl', she makes me sad because she ignores her charming elderly husband for futile gossip with the dead eyed woman.
Eventually the mother of the little girls name is called, and the little boy is left heartbroken when his sweetheart has to go, and he pulls grumpy faces at the other little boy and sulks. The little asian boy doesn't seem to notice.
My name is called, and I go straight in and straight out of the doctors room. He seems to always see me so quickly, he knows how to deal with my problems immediately, or at least it seems that way. When I walk through the waiting area, the old man mutters his one word to me again, and I smile and say bye. I wish I knew what he was saying, but at the same time I'm glad it was kept personal and between me and him.
Its funny, the doctors surgery is full of illness, a place you dont really want to be, especially not when you have forgot your book and you know you have better things to be doing, but today, well I didn't want to leave. I felt like I should just sit back down again and watch the little children running wild, and the old man with his glittering blue eyes chuckling at the chaos whilst his wife tutted under her breath. And the asian women with their wonderful language, laughing heartily at intervals that make you want to laugh too even though you dont know the joke, and the obese man who was so relaxed he just fell asleep and snored heavily, regardless of the noise of everyone else.
I even saw my old history teacher there! Ahh the doctors surgery. Nothing quite like it.
Young mums try to tame their younglings but nothing can control the young male when he begins his mating dance (in this case jumping up and down and flapping arms around). The young girl is wooed and they begin running up and down bringing leaflets for the over 65's to their mothers, who look strangely unamused. Yet they are charmed by the two little ones none the less.
Even the obese wheezing man is charmed by the little girl who stands and points at him in wonder. He smiles and sticks his tongue out at her.
But wait, not all the room is charmed by the little ones. Elderly woman enters with a queer old man who appears to only say one word repeatedly. She sits and gossips endlessly with the woman with the dead moon shaped eyes, commently too loudly about how much the little girl smells because he nappy needs changing. I cringe at the old woman and catch the funny old mans eyes, who gives me a big grin, waves his fingers at the two women and says 'i know'. So he can say more than he is letting on.
Enters a young asian mum with her little boy. All three children play with the plastic table and chairs designed for the little ones. The little asian boy runs wilder than the others with the chair he picks, yet strangely enough, when the other two die down, he is the one who collects their leaflets that they have left lying around, and puts them back in the holder, all the right way round, one by one, and gurgles happily as he does so. The elderly man smiles and the obese man, who had fallen asleep and already began to snore, awoke and commented on how much fun the little one was having.
The little girls mother is getting stressed. A two hour wait with two children is getting too much for her, as the little girl needs her nappy changed and the reception has said the surgery doesn't have baby changing facilities. They offer her the office but when she comments on how she will be able to wash her hands and dispose of the waste the receptionists are useless, and so she waits instead, hoping her time will come sooner. The old lady with no shame keeps muttering too loudly about the 'smelly girl', she makes me sad because she ignores her charming elderly husband for futile gossip with the dead eyed woman.
Eventually the mother of the little girls name is called, and the little boy is left heartbroken when his sweetheart has to go, and he pulls grumpy faces at the other little boy and sulks. The little asian boy doesn't seem to notice.
My name is called, and I go straight in and straight out of the doctors room. He seems to always see me so quickly, he knows how to deal with my problems immediately, or at least it seems that way. When I walk through the waiting area, the old man mutters his one word to me again, and I smile and say bye. I wish I knew what he was saying, but at the same time I'm glad it was kept personal and between me and him.
Its funny, the doctors surgery is full of illness, a place you dont really want to be, especially not when you have forgot your book and you know you have better things to be doing, but today, well I didn't want to leave. I felt like I should just sit back down again and watch the little children running wild, and the old man with his glittering blue eyes chuckling at the chaos whilst his wife tutted under her breath. And the asian women with their wonderful language, laughing heartily at intervals that make you want to laugh too even though you dont know the joke, and the obese man who was so relaxed he just fell asleep and snored heavily, regardless of the noise of everyone else.
I even saw my old history teacher there! Ahh the doctors surgery. Nothing quite like it.
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