How I’m Surviving My Worst Waiting Room

I’ve had a rough run lately. Three separate kidney infections, medications to treat them, and additional medicines to deal with the side effects of the first lot have left me with little energy for anything. The addition of a nasty head cold and an inefficient immune system has put my life on hold. This situation has been ongoing for several weeks now, and it feels like madness.

The physical challenges aren’t the worst aspect of this insanity; my state of mind is the hardest part to handle. Keeping active, eating a healthy diet, taking my medications, and getting adequate rest are essential for my physical well-being, and also vital for my mental health.

One of my current and biggest issues is waiting for a definite diagnosis of how scleroderma is affecting my heart. An in-depth yearlong investigation has involved various tests and procedures, follow-up cardiologist appointments to exclude specific conditions, then further rounds of exams to rule out other causes.  

While we are getting closer to the answer, feeling unwell and being confined to a recliner or bed all day leaves me with plenty of time to ruminate over possible causes and outcomes.

Waiting to find out what is wrong while experiencing distressing symptoms feels to me like being suspended in a bizarre hospital waiting room — a place of “not knowing.” I feel as if I’m stuck there, forced to stay put until the doctors figure out the puzzle. 

I don’t enjoy being in this scary place. Spending time here leads me to engage in frenzied online sessions searching symptoms and giving myself panicked self-diagnoses that settle at one end of the spectrum, tipping me into further anxiety.

However, I realize that I need to figure out how to make this “waiting room for the undiagnosed” a more comfortable place — and this requires mental discipline. If I have to be here, then I am determined to make things more bearable.

Focusing on positive thoughts about the expertise of my medical team and their tireless efforts to find answers helps. I’ve also been working hard at resisting the allure of Dr. Google.

Listening to music has been my saving grace, filling in hours otherwise spent on hyperfocusing on my body’s every ache and pain. Watching reruns of “Grace and Frankie” is another distraction, particularly the episodes where Frankie is learning to cope after a stroke. When I tire of those things, I make up stories in my head; I may have created the plots for two romance novels and one children’s book.

Hanging up fairy lights turns a dreary room into a more pleasant space; the task is a diversion that makes life more magical. I think that is how my music, TV binges, and the stories work, too. They have transformed my gloomy waiting room into a place that is tolerable and perhaps a little enchanted.

Though my terrifying thoughts about my health seem powerful, I have discovered that my imagination also has supernatural energy. Turning my waiting room of despair into a fairy grotto complete with my music, visits from Lily and Jane (Tomlin and Fonda, the stars of “Grace and Frankie”), and my inventive scenarios might be the utopia that I need at the moment. Some may believe that I’m delusional, but I’m fairly sure it’s working — you can be the judge.

I think I’ve got a handle on this. Now, please excuse me while I feed my unicorn.

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