The Waiting Game Begins Again
Once again, I found myself in the waiting room, a place that had become all too familiar. Dr. Lewis and his team had taken the Labrador into surgery, leaving me with nothing but time to fill. I glanced around, searching for something—anything—to distract me from the ticking clock. Waiting felt almost unbearable, but I knew it was a necessary part of the process. It was the bridge between the unknown and the answers, and all I could do was cross it.
The Waiting Game Begins Again
Finding Distractions
To keep my mind from spiraling, I grabbed a cup of coffee from the machine. It wasn’t the best, but the warmth and comfort it offered were enough. I settled back in my chair, sipping slowly while watching the ebb and flow of people coming and going. Some walked in with smiles, leashes in hand, while others wore expressions just like mine—full of concern. People-watching became my temporary escape, each passing person and their little stories offering a brief distraction from the weight of my own.
Finding Distractions
