We have spent sooo many hours and hours and hours waiting in hospitals, Doctor's offices, labs and pharmacies the last two years that we have become good at entertaining ourselves. Good?? No, make that VERY GOOD. Side-Splitting Good. Superb, actually. Crack.ourselves.up.to.the.point.of.tears GOOD!
The truth is, most of the time, by the time we get out, we can't even remember what we thought was so funny. We think oxygen deprivation does it to us, giving us some type of high that allows us to amuse ourselves but not remember afterwards. Or maybe it's the cleaning chemicals--or stress. Who knows. What we do know is that we are awfully funny while waiting--to ourselves. Most of the time, I bet no one else would find it funny.at.all.
However, this last experience of waiting in the Cranial-Facial Clinic for Dr Ahn and Dr Dorafshar, we went clear over the top. We 100% totally outdid ourselves--and remembered after we got out WHAT exactly we had cracked ourselves up with so badly that we were practically howling and clutching our stomachs.
It started innocently enough--after enough time had gone by, Charity put forth the idea that it would be funny to entertain ourselves by throwing a few beach towels out on to the floor, and turning on a Hawaiian music sound track on one of our phones. Oh.My.Word. The party was ON.
It didn't take much for us to envision a complete and utter 5 to 8 minute transition of the room, all with items we could easily walk into the room with hidden in our backpacks and tote bags.
Beach towels. A big poster with water and palm trees. A handful of sea shells strewn about. A couple of pink blow-up flamingos.
Some leis to pull out and pop around our necks, and some grass skirts. Charity was sure we should also add a door curtain with streamers for the staff to peer through as they opened the door.
And for the crowning touch, Katya as cute as anything in her swim suit.
Can't you just see the shock and surprise on the good Doctor's faces as they would open the door, and have all these things hit their senses?!
The more we talked about it, the funnier it became. And the funnier it became, the harder we laughed. Actually, to be honest, the harder we HOWLED. I don't know if they could hear us or not, but they maybe did--in a muted sort of way.
And then came the knock on the door. And we had to hastily choke down our laughter, and hastily be sober and ready to deal with whatever came next. . . . and boy, it was a doozy that came next wasn't it?? I'm so surprised that we were able to remember our hilarity and mirth of seconds before in the face of the spinning and verbal word games that got played with us after they walked into the room.
We'll probably never, ever re-decorate their exam room. But it was awfully fun to dream about. Yes, it was. Oh the looks on their faces if we would ever actually follow through. I think their normally placid looks would slip, and a lot of astonishment would show. What do you think??
What do YOU entertain yourself with while waiting at the Doctor's? Leave me a comment and tell me your best and funniest methods!