Make Yourself At Home - Kate

So, being the good kid I am I un-gracefully rolled out of bed at around 8.30am this morning, in order to be on time for my appointment in the Children's Hospital in Dublin for 10.30am. The Doctor is always late anyway. The drive up was chaotic, but funny. We were held up for like a half hour on a section of the road that is NEVER busy, but there would be a breakdown the morning we go up. Then, trying to get off the exit was a whole nightmare in itself because they've changed the road layout, I knew if we just followed signs for the city we'd get to the hospital fine but Mam had other plans to make us end up in the complete oppisite direction. She can't believe how much it's all changed in 3 years since we've lived there, yet we go up almost every week, I dunno, Mothers are crazy.

Anyway.

We checked in with the secretary and proceeded to the waiting room. There was a woman sitting directly across from us, she was sitting beside a tiny blue trash-can, and she seemed really cranky. I hate going to the Children's hospital, so I wasn't terribly extatic to be there either, but I was trying to be happy. I smiled at the woman. She stared at me. I stared at her. There was a silence. Note to self: Dont smile at the scary lady.

We sat there for about 20 mins, every few minutes Mam asking a question like, "Did you bolus?"...."Are you going to increase your night time basal? You're waking up too high."..."Was that picture on that wall the last time we were here?". All of which I answered yes. During all this that woman across from me was still cranky looking, and for some reason, she was bugging me. Maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe she is always cranky. Or maybe she just likes to sit in silence in a waiting room with no expression on her face. Maybe she's just strange. Why do I care? Anyway.

Another ten minutes passed, did I mention this doctor is always late? There was absolute silence now. All of a sudden, there was a shuffle. The woman started biting her nails. Okay, maybe she's uptight about something. She kept biting her nails for a few minutes. Then she stopped.

AND THEN. She turned her neck, in the direction of the trash can, and SPAT out the nails that she had just bitten. It was more like she blew rasberries at the bin. It was incredibly random and unexpected from a lady that looked really cranky. I just sat there trying not to laugh. Then she got up to use the bathroom, and before she even closed the door Mam and I bust our guts laughing, and managed to contain ourselves before she returned.

The cranky lady indeed, made herself at home in that waiting room.