The Waiting Game

We all play it, the waiting game. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's hard. The rules of the game change depending on what you are waiting on. I broke down this morning and called the Neurologist to see if the results of Kellyanne's EEG were in. As soon as I said 'Hi, this is Beth Hagan, Kellyannes's mom', Judy, the wonderful receptionist said in her beautiful accent, "Oh, hello Mrs. Hagan, we are still waiting for the results of the EEG".  She knows I'm waiting, she knew why I was calling. I like that. I LOVE that they "get" a parent's worry. I LOVE knowing that as soon as the Dr. gets and reads the report, she will call me - day or night. I LOVE Doctors that don't put reports under a pile and call when it resurfaces. So, I will continue to wait. I will continue to carry my cell phone with me everywhere I go. I will continue to jump a bit, every time it rings. I will fill my time doing mundane tasks, simply trying to distract myself from the waiting - flitting is what I call it.  Some people are better waiters than others. I'm not one of them.