Free wi-fi. So that when they come out and tell you the surgeon is running an hour late, you have something to do. This is bordering on insanity. I am going back and forth between the inner waiting room with mom, who has an orange stickon dot over the eye she is getting lazered, and dad who is out in the nice comfy chairs with the TV, and is not at all pleased with having to wait longer. Totally sucks. He’ll be getting hungry and cranky. And mom will just start getting cranky and feeling sorry for herself. Won’t get up out of chair to stretch either, but will complain when she has to get up about being all stiff and sore. I can’t win or even come out on an even note here. Oh well. I just hope I remember this when I get to this stage in life.
Damn…
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