Waiting Rooms

Further adventures in not very much. Is it getting boring yet? I’m wondering whether I need to find other stuff to blog about on Wednesdays? I’m gonna post photos of shrink one’s luxurious waiting room sometime soon, I think. Hmmm. Is there anything you can think of about bipolar in a South African context, that I could write about? Thanks in advance, I really do need some input.

Our Lived Experience

It’s the same everywhere, isn’t it? Government facilities offer unparallelled opportunities to “hurry up and wait”. And we wait. And wait. For hours – placid as cattle. There’s just no point getting twitchy, one might as well kick back and try to enjoy the passing parade – or at least, avert all homicidal impulses.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if psychiatric patients could somehow get stress free and pleasant waiting rooms and experiences?


This woman’s daughter was doing the proactive waiting thing at the dispensary, by which I mean she stayed awake to listen out for her mom’s name to be called when her meds were ready. Mom, meanwhile, was free to get comfy and nap a bit.

Next up, some random, bonus waiting!

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5 thoughts on “Waiting Rooms”

  1. Yes, it’s the same everywhere. It’s ironically awful that wellness centers create some of the most stressful conditions for those who could benefit most from a stress free environment. G-uno

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