Last year my mother-in-law had several adventures in the emergency room. There were a lot of hours spent waiting in the ER, waiting at the pain management center and waiting while she had surgery.
The first few trips left me staring at televisions shows I didn’t care to watch at decibels high enough the people on the street could listen or I could look at magazines many sick people had handled before I arrived.
So when my mother-in-law had to have surgery on her hand I was ready.
Here are my top ten essentials to pack for a waiting room.
Waiting Room List
Put it in a tote like my LL Bean tote above or a backpack.
What would you add to your emergency ‘wait’ bag? Diana
I’ve been taking an Essentrics TM class at Studio L for almost two months. That’s me the first night on the right side of the photo. Kim, the instructor is joy to take classes with. She’s always smiling even when I have an, “Are you serious?” look on my face. I have those often. I do what she says though and I can say I am toning up fast. I’m also crawling to my car when class is over. And yet I go back week after week. The workout is not hard, it doesn’t seem like you could be burning a zillion calories until you must get off the mat at the end of the class. So how did I find out about this class? See the person in the yellow shirt? That’s my friend, Illonka. She sent me a link to a dealsaver coupon to try the class with her. Then she managed to get a stress fracture in her foot. She does a lot–running, zumba, this class and she’s a pharmacist. I can’t wait until she’s better and comes back to class. People ask me all the time what is Essentrics TM? I could never come up with a good answer so I went o their website. If you go to the website this is what is says: Essentrics dynamically stretches and strengthens every muscle in the body, rebalancing the muscular structure in continuous rotational movements. The unique flowing movements of the Essentrics™ program have been proven to simultaneously slenderize and tone the abs, waist, and back with simple yet powerful Essentrics™ strengthening exercises. This is a full-body flexibility technique that works through the muscle chains liberating, relieving from tension and empowering the muscles in the process. I think that’s a good explanation. Spending so much time on the computer I need to be relieved of tension in my neck, shoulders and arms.
Want to know more?
Here’s a video–*I think these might be professional dancers, I haven’t achieved this look at all!
Are only a few willing to take on the responsibility of being an adult? Have we become a nation of “I’m the only important person?” “The person that hit me had a suspended license.” “The owner of the car that hit me had an insurance card that showed that it was valid, but the policy wasn’t active.” (Not uncommon! I heard this often while working for an insurance company.) “The driver hit me head on. They were texting.” “No need to vote, I live in Illinois everyone knows my vote won’t count.” (This one is head often where I live.)
In the numerous construction zones where I live it’s normal for ‘special’ people to drive in the lane that will be closed in .5 miles. They speed past the hundreds of cars and attempt to squeeze in when the lane closes as if they had no concept of a lane closure. Often those irresponsible people cause an accident.
Am I the only one noticing this kind of behavior escalating?
Do you want to know how many calories are in your take-out meal?
I’m not sure if/when all restaurants in the USA will be required to list the calorie count on their food items.
Panera Bread Company has been doing it for awhile. I only know this because I like their Chi! There isn’t much I feel comfortable eating there, even though they have an allergen notebook.
Photo by Frank Selmo
McDonalds now have it on their menu boards. That’s when I had a wake up to calories experience.
My husband loves ice cream. I’ve seen him hobble to the store with a broken ankle for ice cream. It’s in my life a lot. It’s his prefered treat many times during the week and since I’m with him. I often get something.
Then we went to McDonalds. The hot fudge sundae (my fav) had a calorie count next to it. Over 200 calories! For some reason I thought their ice cream wasn’t high in calories. Yes, I often lie to myself.
Since I’ve been working hard to lose weight this year I appreciate knowing what to put into the MY FITNESS PAl ap. Most of the time I can get that hot fudge sundae, but there are days when it will put me over my daily calorie allowance so I pass.
Before knowing that calorie count I would have blissfully continued ordering it.
So if you aren’t tracking your calories and already know what the counts are will seeing it on the menu board affect how you order?
Recently I had my joy stolen. It took a few sentences from someone and the pleasure I had been experiencing doing something I loved disappeared.
Tears replaced the joy.
Distress moved in.
Anxiety, of ever doing the activity again, locked the door.
Am I the only one that reacts this way?
I asked a few friends, “What steals your joy in a flash?“
A. You know what steals my joy, are people that tell you what you want to hear. Placaters. Patronizers.
C. Drivers that pass everyone in a construction zone and find a way into the lane where I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes. It’s as if they are the only person who has something to do.
D. Rude people, people who like to put down others to make them feel better about themselves. AND people who state something as a fact when it is merely an opinion. Oh, and people who want to make you and everyone else think that they know more about a subject than you do.
Joy Stealing hits in many ways, but it hits.
So what’s the solution? How should we handle it?
I didn’t like my reaction and I realized by focusing on the situation I was handing over my life to someone else. How silly is that?
I’m not doing this anymore.The only one I’m handing my life over to is Jesus. Joy is here to stay. I will not allow anyone to bully me into feeling like this again. The minute I feel that way I’m going to reject it. I’m not giving my joy away–but I am willing to share it.