The Wait

You make the appointment and for a moment you feel hopeful. Someone might finally listen and they might have a way out. Someone might finally have an answer, prescription, or treatment plan. Then the receptionist says the first available appointment is four months away and suddenly your life is measured in weeks on a calendar. Pain does not care about calendars or the ticking hands of the clock. Fatigue does not wait politely in the corner while the medical system gets organized. It’s an ever-present invisible weighted blanket we wear. Every day you wake up in the same body while the appointment sits out there in the future like a distant hope. You try to be patient because what else are you going to do. So you keep living your life in the meantime. You manage symptoms, second guess your own experience, and wonder if the visit will change anything at all. Waiting becomes its own burden, one that no one prescribes a treatment for. If you can relate to this weight, don’t hesitate to reach out to have a conversation.

Dr. Jeffrey Bone