I’m sitting in the corner of the waiting room at the MS clinic. Waiting for my name to be called. Every few minutes a couple walks in together looking very sad. I’ve been doing this for 12 years now and I still haven’t gotten used to it. I don’t like to talk to people when I’m waiting for my name to be called. I hope I’m not coming off as rude, I just don’t really know how to act around other people with MS in the MS waiting room. Every time a new couple walks through the door, I feel myself trying to figure out which one has MS. The husband and wife team is always the hardest. They always both have the same looks on their faces. Scared. Tired. Mad. The mother/son or daughter/father combo used to be easy because MS was something that hit you in your 20’s or 30’s. Now it hits just about anyone. F.U.M.S.
I titled this “Sitting in the waiting room.” Those are lyrics from one of my favorite songs by Fugazi called Waiting Room.