Sitting In The Airport

Early this morning I sat in wait,
Praying the shuttle would not be late
But imagine my surprise
We left late for the friendly skies

It was the plane that was too late
And very slow getting my chair to the gate 
Carry me on the bus by hand
My chair too much for just one man

 

Now headed north to catch my van
I wish I could’ve got up and ran
I missed my bus, I was quite late
But still I had no time to wait

But my chair did not come
I wished I had some chewing gum 
To help to ease the growing stress
It was not meant to be, I guess

Buy the ticket, two dollars short
All my planning was for naught
The next bus to take, to get up there
Was not equipped to take my chair

At the bus I came undone 
My plans again, they were not fun  
Got to the gate to catch my van
I’ll push that bus if I can

Carry me on the bus by hand
My chair too much for just one man
Now headed north to catch my van
I wish I could’ve got up and ran

If my next stop, I am too late
Lord only knows what’ll be my fate
Tried to call them on my phone
So maybe I could get back home

My voice alone was not enough 
Then things got really tough
Now the rain is coming down
This trip is causing me to frown

 

 

I will not take this trip again
Travel again? I know not when
This trip has cost me so much more
Than what I thought, was in store.

 At the stop, to my surprise
I really could not believe my eyes
My ride was still awaiting there
Travel again? With my manual chair!

Hurry Up And Wait

Hurry up and eat your meal, but it’s already getting cold.  I wonder how many hallways and elevators they have to take to get to my room.  Will I still be hungry?  I’ll find out soon.  Poke me here and poke me there, then send me off with a tech.  Have to close my eyes as I enter the MRI machine.  They call after I’ve been there about an hour and take me back to my room.  Push the button, someone will show up soon.  As I wait (and wait) and wait, I pick up the remote and idly flip through channels that have nothing worth watching.  It’s time for meds, but where is this one, and where is that one, and where are those.  Never been here before, except maybe for the ER.  You have to wait a whole lot longer, I know because I’ve been there before.  They whisk me up soon, taking pulse, temperature, and listening to my chest and back.  Oh, by the way, you have an infection.  Meds put in the IV.  I do not like this place, never been here before.