Several times today my patience was REALLY tested.
They changed the doctor I was supposed to see last minute.
The visit took two hours.
Ordered a lot of blood work. Had to wait an hour as the lab looked for a special vial for one of the tests.
It was now 4pm and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
I could’ve been snotty and entitled. But to what end. I’d make a scene, draw attention and feel special. Others would have a story to tell and my ego would feel a tad more validated.
I did not of that.
Instead I noticed my feelings of frustration.
The tension in my body from the frustration.
My thoughts of how long I’d been sitting in my wheelchair, how long since I’d eaten. None of which these folks having me wait were responsible for.
I reminded myself that although I was uncomfortable, I wasn’t in danger. As soon as my blood was drawn I’d be going home.
I focused on breathing mindfully until it was my turn.
I’m now on the train returning home.
Everyone I dealt with today was kind and patient.
I wanted to make sure I kept my thoughts and breathing the same way so I could return the favor.
Your emotions don’t have to control you.
