Time

1, 2, 3, 4...

and countdown from 60

    over and over again.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Tick tock, beep beep.

Saline drip.

Waiting room,

shared stories,

tissue  as "crying paper".

Prayers, warm wishes, thoughts.

Quiet and comfort.

Get better soon.

When you sit in a closed-off space for any particular length of time, actual time has no meaning.  Hours fly, or crawl, by depending on the excitement in the room.  Combine that with the computer screen that is counting back from 60 minutes every hour, and the number of machines beeping, clicking, and tocking, and time is lost.  We spent our day in the surreal world of lost time. 

And so we wait.

Prayers, happy thoughts, and "well wishes" much appreciated for my madre!