Sat in the waiting room. Waiting. Looking around. Listening to the conversations. Feeling. Tuning to.
Tuning to frequency of people who suffer pain.
Feeling how patients and their relatives was worried, understanding them.
Listening to people who has undergone experiences as falls, broken bones, mini-strokes, or details of their pains.
Looking around and realizing how pain is reflected in faces of people there. I could see the most vulnerable side of the human beings, this one that equates rich and poor people, literates and illiterates.
Waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for the x-ray images be made; for the temperature be checked; for pain to go away; for bleeding to stop; for a final diagnosis; for a miracle.
It is said that we must not ask ourself why we suffer illnesses; otherwise what the illness is for, or what is the lesson this illness try to teach me; what I must learn from it. Have you ever think in this way?
Other people say that a disease manifests some conflict. If that we think, feel and do, is not aligned, if they are not congruent, then our bodies send us a message because it is the body that we pay attention to.
Both way of thinking are not contrary to the scientific point of view, nonetheless probably they force us to take the reins of our life and perhaps we are not interested in it because it implies we must change something.
In this context also it is said that good patients are those that allow others to take care of them, on the contrary there are patients who get angry and do not accept the limitations of an illness. What kind of patients do you belong to?
Have you ever had a experience in a waiting room in a hospital that make you think thoroughly about these topics?
Actually the issue of the post for today would have been typical meals during Easter Week, however it become less important for me because all this thoughts were boiling in my head.
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