I wake up in a waiting room. Six blue seats on either side of the room lined perfectly. I’m in the one farthest to the entrance of the room, I am the only one here. I look to my side to see an old stereo on a coffee table with a trashcan underneath. A door leading to a bathroom is next to the table. This whole place seems odd, how did i get here? what am i doing here? The room is lit with fluorescent bulbs, cheap floating ceiling is everywhere along with white walls and a carpeted floor. the sound
The waiting room was torture, and the waiting was even more torturous. Two fake, and very plastic looking plants sat in the corner, shining abnormally in the harsh lighting. My palms were sweaty from anxiety and the unbearable heat that seemed to encase the room. My mom sat at the couch opposite of me, her reading glasses illuminated from the glow of her cell phone. Music played softly from the empty front desk that sat behind a wooden baby gate. It wasn’t that I expected a therapist’s waiting room
Hayley sighed and leaned back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. She had been at the hospital since three in the morning, and needless to say, it was beginning to take it's toll on her. She hated the hospital with a passion, mostly because everything seemed so dreary, so sad. She might have went home hours ago, but she didn't want to leave her poor friend all alone. Of course others had come, however, they were more there for a story. They didn't truly care about the poor model who landed herself
Peter Nicks and William Hirsch’s 2012 documentary film, The Waiting Room, follows the lives of patients, doctors, and staff in a hospital in California. The hospital is a safety net hospital meaning that it provides care to low-income, uninsured populations. The documentary examines the obstacles faced by people who live without healthcare in addition to showing the public what goes in a safety net hospital. The Waiting Room fits into the finger categories of government and politics and science and
health issues. So, Sinclair presents the consequences they face from inadequate communication in a negative light. The language barriers in the story seem to cause horrific and severe incidents to the characters. Also, in the short story, “In the Waiting Room”, David Sedaris explores consequences due to his personal language barrier in his time in Paris. He explores different incidents he has experienced due to little knowledge about the French language. Even though consequences arise from his misfortune
At some point in time we have all had the joy of sitting in a waiting room. That visit to your doctor, the nail shop, the dreadful dentist office, nerve wreaking job interviews, or any type of government offices that typically require you to wait before you get called back. That wait can expose you to some very irritating habits of other people. In every waiting room you tend to encounter at least one of these groups of people. You have the cell phone talkers who don’t have a problem sharing
The film, “The Waiting Room,” is a documentary that records the events at a public emergency room over the course of 24 hours. It reveals testimonials of both patients and workers throughout their stressful and unpredictable days. The film made me think about many things. I like that it examined multiple perspectives from the workers, doctors, and patients. The emergency room was known for its long waiting time, but without access to insurance, many of the patients were forced to come as a last
situations. Adventure does not need to be found; it begs for acceptance all around us, but most people seldom embrace it, and if they do, its success is dependent on avoiding those uncomfortable situations (you know the ones). Sedaris, author of “In the Waiting Room,” instead adopts a different perspective. He thrives on adventure every instant he can in Paris, despite not knowing French, by simply saying okay, d’accord. But even when faced with uncomfortable situations (you know, those ones), Sedaris flips
have their differences in their ambiance, waiting, and expense. When deciding where to go to eat, I have three things to think about. I must consider the atmosphere or where I want to go. The amount of time I have is another consideration. The amount of money that I am able to spend is a big influence. The atmosphere at Jake’s is casual, and people came to spend several hours. Jake’s has a waiting room with long, leather-topped benches to sit on while waiting. Some tables are round and some are long
Revelation “Revelation” starts off at a small town doctor’s office in the waiting room. Mrs. Turpin and several other characters are making small talk as they wait to see the doctor. Mrs. Turpin’s words quickly reveal the fact that she is a prejudiced snob. She is very quick to judge everyone in the room. Mary Grace is an ugly girl who is setting in the room listening to all of Mrs. Turpin’s judgments. Mary Grace gets very upset with Mrs. Turpin for being so judgmental. Instead of saying something
Personal Narrative- Knee Injury I was always an active person from being in sports to hanging out with friends. I always had something planned, or came up with something on the fly. My junior year in high school was a very tough time for me. I was involved in a lot of activities, organizations, and clubs. I was very active in one organization where I had to be up at school every morning at 7:15 for that meeting. Meaning I would not leave school sometimes until 6:45 to 7:00 in the evening. On
directed by God to love our neighbor. To use her words, “Love. Each. Other.” Always one to lead by example, Mother took every opportunity to uplift others with her love. It did not matter if they were standing in a checkout line, sitting in a waiting room, or waiting for a bus. As Helen Keller wrote, “so long as you can sweeten another’s pain, life is not in vain…. I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble.” I’m
away. I pay for the lesson with my Visa and shove the receipt into the pocket of my jeans. The waiting room is filled with orange plastic chairs. Waiting always takes on the same quality, no matter where I am or what I am waiting for. It’s the feeling of being trapped in time, removed from the rest of life. No matter what I do, like a reading a book or magazine, I can never forget that I’m waiting. I used to wait for my father every Sunday afternoon, sitting and staring out the window while
and Olivia is woken up by a wetness between her legs. She looks down and finds that the wetness is actually her water that broke. She anxiously wakes up her husband John, and the two of them quickly gather their things. After nine long months of waiting, John and Olivia are finally on their way to the hospital to welcome their first child into the world. The two have already chosen Jacob Alexander as the baby's name and have the nursery ready for him at home. Once at the hospital, Olivia and John
individuals in rooms inside their homes. The curandera we interviewed, Rosa heals in her home and has a small porch that serves as the waiting room which people are lucky if they find a seat because usually curanderas have many patients that are waiting to be cured. As the door opens you can feel your eyes adjust to the dim light within the narrow stretch of porch but once focused it is evident that standing is not an option because there are at least twelve other people waiting for “la mano santa”
sat down in the waiting room. There were little children running around, playing with toys. Sarah missed those day’s. No one made fun of her for her acne, and the biggest problem in life was who’s turn it was to play in the sand box. “Sarah McMahon?” A woman opened the office door and called her. Sarah stood up and followed the woman. Sarah’s mom followed right behind her. “We’re just going to take your weight and the usual check ups.” The nurse said as she led them into a small room with a cushioned
shows prejudice in several different aspects of her life. Her prejudice is first seen when she is in the doctor’s waiting room. The story states that “her little black eyes took in all the patients as she sized up the seating situation.” (339) While in the waiting room, Mrs. Turpin is surrounded by people of many different cultural and social backgrounds. As she gazes around the room Mrs. Turpin immediately begins putting the people into categories. Some she called “white trash”, others were wealthy
good times they had with the person in the casket, while others may be thinking how unfair the death really was. Despite what everyone is thinking the one thing prevalent in all their minds is they are all in that room waiting to be the one in the casket. While in this morbid waiting room things such as: physically visible emotion, age, and the relationship between living and recently dead can all give clues to what the mourner is thinking. No one is ever consistent in what they are thinking. In the
In many aspects of our society, women are now expected to compete with their male counterparts. Currently, it is not uncommon to hear of a women CEO or Vice President in businesses or even a women politician. Women have now emerged from laundry rooms and kitchens across the country and changed the demographics of the American workforce. However women are yet to take the medical workplace by storm and redefine the preconceived notions society upholds about leaders in medical professions. To illustrate
the reader to make necessary assumptions about the locale, timing and purpose of these hospital visits, also permitting the author flexibility in selecting events to comprise the plot. The universality of the hospital experience (lingering in the waiting room, a doctor’s examination, and a nurse’s questioning, for example) encourages the reader to relate to these private events in a shared, public manner. In this way, Vollmann relies upon one’s knowledge of hospital procedure to make greater comments