Slow fine misty droplets fall slowly all about, traffic is light early in the year, or might it be because its almost lunch hour. Parking is near nonexistent like always, making disabilities more apparent during the moist long walk to the doctors. The receptionist is new, causing instant anxiety about the visit, hasty filing humour is shared helping ease the moment of finding a seat in an almost over burdened waiting room.
Thoughts of catching an infection slowly lessen as the room empties when patients are called, the mind then travels over remembrance list of problems for when the doctor calls your name. Patience is once again stretched out before being called forth, still hope that all is agreeable, that healthy levels have been maintained throughout, mild anxiety stays during the wait to see if life continues the same or changes yet again.